GAVRÍLOVNA. Bah, you old idiot! You've lost your wits in your old age.
POTÁPYCH. Why should I … I, thanks to the lady's kindness, now in her employ … I carry out all her orders … but I don't know.
GAVRÍLOVNA. Well, let's go home. She may have thought up something or other about even you and me.
[They go out.]
SCENE IV
LÍZA. [Enters] Alone again! Where are those precious darlings of mine? I suppose they've forgotten about me! But, then, why should they remember me? Saints alive, it'll soon be daylight. This night is shorter than a sparrow's beak. How can we go home then? How brave that Nádya is!
Enter VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA.
SCENE V
LÍZA and VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA
VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. What are you doing there, dearest?