KRASNÓV. Not that I'm furious, I'm hot-tempered. I'm beside myself, and don't see people at such times.
TATYÁNA. How terribly you talk! Why didn't you tell me about your character before? I wouldn't have married you.
KRASNÓV. There's nothing bad in a man's being hot-tempered. That means that he's eager in all things, even in his work, and he can love better, because he has more feeling than others.
TATYÁNA. Now I shall be afraid of you.
KRASNÓV. I don't want you to fear me. But I should like to know when you are going to love me?
TATYÁNA. What sort of love do you want to have from me?
KRASNÓV. You know yourself what sort; but maybe you don't feel it. What's to be done? We'll wait, perhaps it'll come later. Everything can happen in this world! There have been cases where love has come the fifth or sixth year after marriage. And what love! Better than if it came at first.
TATYÁNA. Keep on waiting.
LUKÉRYA. You're very hot in your love; but we're of entirely different bringing up.
KRASNÓV. You speak of bringing up? I'll tell you this, that if I were younger, I'd take up and study for Tatyána Danílovna. I know, myself, what I lack, but now it's too late. I've a soul but no training. If I were trained——