LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Oh, they're earrings! I thank you humbly.
ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Show them to us.
MÁSHA. But they are charming!
LÍZA. And in such good taste!
KÓRSHUNOV. Give me your hand. [Takes it and kisses it] You see, I like you very much, he, he, he! I like you very much; well, but you don't like me, I suppose?
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Why shouldn't I like you?
KÓRSHUNOV. Why? You like some one else, that's why. But you will come to love me! I'm a good man—a jolly man, he, he, he!
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. I don't know what you are talking about.
KÓRSHUNOV. I say, you will come to love me. Why not? I'm not old yet. [Looks at her] Am I an old man? He, he, he! Well, well, there's no harm in that. To make up for it you shall wear cloth of gold. I haven't any money! I'm a poor man. I've only got about five hundred thousand, he, he, he! In silver! [Takes her hand.
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. [Rising] I don't need your money.