AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. Well, now, the relish isn't ready for nothing: we'll take a snack. Now, Ustinya Naúmovna, I suppose you've been wanting a drop of vodka for a long time?
USTÍNYA NAÚMOVNA. Just the thing—it's one o'clock, the admiral's lunch-time.
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. Now, Samsón Sílych, move out of that place; what are you sitting there like that for?
BOLSHÓV. Wait a minute; they're coming up. There's time enough.
LÍPOCHKA. Mamma, I'll go change my dress.
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. Run along, my dear, run along.
BOLSHÓV. Wait a minute before changing—there's a suitor coming.
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. What sort of a suitor can that be? Quit your fooling.
BOLSHÓV. Wait a bit, Lipa, there's a suitor coming.
LÍPOCHKA. Who is it, daddy? Do I know him or not?