SCENE XI
The same and LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Ah!
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. [Looking at LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA] Wait! What sort of a creature is this? On what pretext? On what business? We must consider this matter.
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Is it you, uncle!
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. Oh, it's I, niece! What? You got a fright? Clear out, never mind! I'm not the man to tell tales. I'll put it in a box, and think it over after, all in my spare time.
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Good-by. [Goes out.