LEONÍD. [Timidly] If you have no suitor, then, maybe you're in love with somebody?
NÁDYA. You want to know a lot! Well, no, I needn't fib about it, I'm not in love with anybody, sir.
LEONÍD. [With great joy] Then love me!
NÁDYA. It's impossible to force the heart, sir.
LEONÍD. Why? Don't you like me?
NÁDYA. Well, how could I help liking you? But I'm not your equal! What sort of love is that? Clean ruin! Here comes Líza running after me, I suppose. Good-by. Good luck to you! [She goes away.
LÍZA comes in.
LÍZA. Master, if you please! Your mamma has come.
LEONÍD. Líza!
LÍZA. [Approaching] What is it, please?