LUKÉRYA. It certainly must be sudden. What's there to wait for?
TATYÁNA. He's angry with me now; how can I approach him? I can't beg his pardon!
LUKÉRYA. Why pardon? [She thinks] Do it this way: you tell grandfather Arkhíp that you'd like to make up with your husband, so that you'd have no misunderstandings, that you love your husband, and that you feel his displeasure very much.
TATYÁNA. Well, I'll try.
LUKÉRYA. It's all the same to me! I'm talking for your own good.
TATYÁNA. Go and bring grandfather; he's sitting in the garden. [LUKÉRYA goes out] That's what it is for a woman to have wits! Even if she takes a fancy to a man she won't let anybody guess it. She'll so fool her husband that he'll just dote on her. But without wit one is lost.
LUKÉRYA comes in leading ARKHÍP.
SCENE II
TATYÁNA, LUKÉRYA, ARKHÍP
ARKHÍP. Do you need me? What do you want me for? Tatyána, are you here?