KÚRITSYN. [Also approaching AFÓNYA] You eat more—then you'll get well. If you don't want to, then force yourself to eat; that's what I tell you! [Speaks in a low voice to AFÓNYA.
TATYÁNA. [To her husband] What have you done! What sort of company have you brought?
LUKÉRYA. To be frank, you've spoiled everything. How embarrassing, how awfully embarrassing!
KRASNÓV. What, embarrassing? Is some lord coming? What's the odds! Nothing to get excited over! Let him see our relatives.
LUKÉRYA. Much he's interested!
KRASNÓV. I can't chase my sister away for him. So there's nothing more to be said about it. I haven't set eyes on him yet, I don't know what he's like; these, at any rate, are our own. And, besides, they'll not stay long. [To his wife] Be seated; pour the tea! Brother, sister, have a cup of tea.
All excepting AFÓNYA seat themselves at the table.
KÚRITSYN. Brother, this is a holiday occasion, so it is customary before tea to—just a little. Don't you drink, yourself?
KRASNÓV. From the day I married Tatyána Danílovna I stopped all that.
Tatyána Danílovna, treat brother and sister with some vodka.
TATYÁNA. [Takes out of the cupboard and places on the table decanter, glasses, and refreshments] Have some, sister! [ULYÁNA drinks] Have some, brother!