LÍZA. Vasilísa Peregrínovna saw you rowing on the pond.
NÁDYA. Well, deuce take her!
LÍZA. My dear girl, don't carry your head too high!
LEONÍD. Nádya! [NÁDYA goes to him] Oh, Nádya, what a vile, good-for-nothing fellow I am!
NÁDYA. What do you mean?
LEONÍD. Little Nádya! [He whispers in her ear.
NÁDYA. [Shakes her head] Oh, my precious darling, why did that come into your head? I'm not sorry for this, but you are. How kind you are! Now, good-by! It's high time. I shouldn't leave you, but I can't help it; I'm not my own mistress.
LEONÍD. Good-by, then!
Slowly, as if unwillingly, they separate. NÁDYA returns, overtakes LEONÍD and gazes into his eyes.
NÁDYA. Do you love me?