LEONÍD. Well, you see, you said you didn't love me.
NÁDYA. No matter what girls say, don't you believe them. How could one help loving such a handsome fellow?
LEONÍD. [Surprised] Why, Nádya! He takes her hand, for a short time holds it, then kisses it.
NÁDYA. [In fright withdrawing her hand] Oh! why did you do that? Dear, kind master! Aren't you ashamed?
LEONÍD. I love you ever so much, Nádya!
NÁDYA. You love me? Well, then, you might give me a kiss!
LEONÍD. May I, Nádya? Will you let me?
NÁDYA. What's the harm in it?
LEONÍD. [Turning about] Oh, and you, Líza, here….
LÍZA. I'm going, I'm going … I shan't meddle.