I stayed up to talk to you.

What about? It's late. Where's Annushka?

I sent her off.

Well, if you want to talk, but we should go to bed.

I must warn you of something.

Warn me? Oh, it's really rather late.

I wish to warn you that you may inadvertently, by indiscretion and carelessness, give the world occasion to talk about you.

I'm not a committee. Please say what you want to tell me.

You and Count Vronsky attracted attention tonight.

Oh, you don't like it when I don't talk to people, and you don't like it when I do.

I didn't notice anything, myself. But I saw that everyone else noticed. I consider jealousy to be insulting to you and degrading to me. I have no right to inquire into your feelings. They concern only your conscience. But it's my duty to remind you that we are bound together by God, and this bond can only be broken by a crime against God.

I have nothing to say to you.

And you have a son.

And I'm tired.

If I am wrong, I ask your pardon.

I don't know what you're talking about, and it's really too late for this. Excuse me, please.