LEONÍD. [He embraces LÍZA; she trembles with pleasure] Why won't Nádya love me?
LÍZA. [Affectedly] What are you talking about, master! Girls of our sort must look out for themselves!
LEONÍD. Look out for yourselves how?
LÍZA. [Looks him in the face and smiles] Why, everybody knows. What are you talking like a child for?
LEONÍD. [Sadly] What shall I do now? Indeed, I don't know. They all run away from me.
LÍZA. But don't lose courage; just make love a little bit. Heavens, our hearts aren't of stone!
LEONÍD. But see here! I asked her: she said she didn't love me.
LÍZA. Well, if you aren't a queer one! Whoever asked girls right out whether they were in love or not! Even if one of us girls was in love, she wouldn't say so.
LEONÍD. Why?
LÍZA. Because she's bashful. Only let me go, sir! [She gets free] There goes the old fury!