LUKÉRYA. Oh, you're a sly gentleman! [Goes away.
TATYÁNA. So you will have tea with us to-morrow, Valentin Pávlich?
BABÁYEV. I really don't know—very likely.
TATYÁNA. No, don't fail to come! [Pause] Well, how shall I invite you? [Takes BABÁYEV by the hand] Well, my darling! Well, my precious!
BABÁYEV. It seems to me that you have changed, Tatyána Danílovna.
TATYÁNA. I, changed! Honestly I haven't. Not a bit. Why are you so cruel to me?
BABÁYEV. Do you remember Zavetnoye, Tatyána Danílovna?
TATYÁNA. Why? I remember it all.
BABÁYEV. Do you remember the garden? Do you remember the linden walk? Do you remember how, after supper, while mother slept, we used to sit on the terrace? Do you recall the narrow ribbon?
TATYÁNA. [In a low voice] Which one?