TATYÁNA. I love him as my duty requires. If he thinks badly of me, I don't deserve it. Does he think I could betray him for any one else? I would never do such a thing in my life.
LUKÉRYA. And such a splendid man! Doesn't she realize it?
TATYÁNA. If I had wronged him in any way, then he might scold, and be done with it. But if he'll only be kind to me, then I'll show him all respect. I'll indulge him as he never dared hope.
LUKÉRYA. How many times she's told me: "I love my husband very much, very, very much."
ARKHÍP. What do you keep backing each other up for? Have you been plotting together?
LUKÉRYA. Why should I be silent? Is it pleasant for me to see that my sister, whom I adore, lives in such discord with her husband? [Signals to TATYÁNA.
TATYÁNA. Grandfather Arkhíp, I want to ask you to have a talk with my husband——-
ARKHÍP. Wait! Wait! Give me time—don't take me off my feet! You say that your husband is angry with you? Then you're to blame?
TATYÁNA. Much I am to blame!
ARKHÍP. Much or little, you're certainly to blame. You don't want to humble yourself; you're ashamed to—so you ask me. Is that so?