PODKHALYÚZIN. Really, a very absurd woman.
OLIMPIÁDA SAMSÓNOVNA. [Glancing out of the window] I believe they've let daddy out of the pen; go see, Lázar Elizárych.
PODKHALYÚZIN. Well, no, ma'am; they won't let daddy out of the pen soon, either; most likely they ordered him to the meeting of the creditors, and then he got leave to come home. Mamma, ma'am! Agraféna Kondrátyevna! Daddy's coming, ma'am!
SCENE IV
The same, BOLSHÓV, and AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. Where is he? Where is he? My own children, my little doves! [Kisses are exchanged.
PODKHALYÚZIN. Daddy, how do you do, our respects!
AGRAFÉNA KONDRÁTYEVNA. My little dove, Samsón Sílych, my treasure! You've left me an orphan in my old age!
BOLSHÓV. That'll do, wife; stop!
OLIMPIÁDA SAMSÓNOVNA. What's the matter with you, ma? you're crying over him as if he were dead! God only knows what's happened.