LEONÍD. No, indeed, mamma; the man she's going to marry told me.
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. What sort of a man?
LEONÍD. I don't know what sort! He said he was a clerk in a government office…. a peculiar surname: NEGLIGÉNTOV. What a funny fellow he is! He says he's your godson, and that he's afraid of nobody. He's dancing in the garden now, drunk.
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Drunk, in my house!
LEONÍD. If you want, I'll invite him in. Potápych, call NEGLIGÉNTOV! He said that you were at his uncle's to-day, and that you promised to give him Nádya. Already he's reckoning, in anticipation, how much income he will get in the court, or "savings," as he says. What a funny fellow! He showed me how they taught him at school. Do you want me to bring him in?
Enter POTÁPYCH and NEGLIGÉNTOV.
SCENE IV
The same, NEGLIGÉNTOV and POTÁPYCH
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Oh, oh, how disgusting! Don't come near me!
NEGLIGÉNTOV. I'm sent from uncle to thank you for your bounty.