KÓRSHUNOV. Why didn't you look out for yourself? Nobody dragged you in by the collar, my dear fellow. It's your own fault.
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. I was a fool! But, well, you haven't much to be proud of! You raised me to such heights, you promoted me to such a place—I've stolen nothing, and yet I'm ashamed to look men in the eyes!
KÓRSHUNOV. You're the same old joker as ever! [Turning to LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA] You've got a jolly uncle! For old acquaintance sake, we'll surely have to give him a ruble.
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. Sh! It's not a question of rubles here! Pay up your old debts, and for my niece here a million three hundred thousand! I won't sell her cheaper.
KÓRSHUNOV. [Laughing] Won't you come down?
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. Not a kopek!
RAZLYULYÁYEV. Aha, Lyubím Kárpych! Don't you take any less!
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH comes in.
SCENE XI
The same with GORDÉY KÁRPYCH