GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Ah, so that's where my son-in-law is! We've been looking for you. We've already started in on the champagne. Come along to the guests; at our house a feast isn't a feast without you.
KÓRSHUNOV. I like it here.
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Then we'll order it to be served here, and we'll drink it with you. [Walks to the door] Hey, boy, serve the wine here! On a silver tray! [Sits down] Now, son-in-law, what do you say?
KÓRSHUNOV. Nothing.
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. How, nothing?
KÓRSHUNOV. Just nothing.
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. But don't you really? [Looks at him] Can you understand me now?
KÓRSHUNOV. Why shouldn't I understand you?
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Now we've had this little spree! So now you tell me, what sort of a man I am. Can they appreciate me here?
KÓRSHUNOV. Why should they appreciate you?