PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Kiss each other good-by; it may be that God will not let you see each other again. Well, never mind! [MÍTYA and LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA kiss each other; she seats herself on the sofa and weeps; MÍTYA also weeps] Stop, stop your weeping! you will drive me wild!
MÍTYA. Oh, I'll risk everything now; everything in the world! [Goes to PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA] Pelagéya Egórovna, are you sorry to marry your daughter to an old man, or not?
PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. If I weren't sorry, I shouldn't be crying.
MÍTYA. Will you permit me to speak, Pelagéya Egórovna?
PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Speak!
MÍTYA. This is what I have to say: Get her ready and put on her warm clothes. Let her slip out quietly; I'll seat her in my fairy sleigh, and that's the last of us. Then the old man will never see her any more than his own ears! And no matter if I do go to ruin! I will take her to my mother and there we will get married. Oh, just give us a chance! I want some joy in life! At any rate, if I have to pay the price, at least I shall know that I've really lived.
PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. What do you mean? What do you mean, you scamp?
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. What an idea, Mítya!
MÍTYA. So you don't love me? Or have you ceased to love me?
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. What you say is dreadful!