AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. How are you going to do that, my dear?
PODKHALYÚZIN. Mamma, ma'am! God has made me aspire so high, ma'am for this reason, ma'am, because the other fellow, mamma, will turn you down flat, ma'am; but I, till I land in my coffin [weeps], must have feeling, ma'am!
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. Ah, saints alive! But how can this be?
BOLSHÓV. [Through the door] Wife, come here!
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. Coming, my dear, coming!
PODKHALYÚZIN. Mamma, you remember the word I said just now!
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA goes out.
SCENE V
LÍPOCHKA and PODKHALYÚZIN
Silence