[He raises his hand threateningly.]
NÁDYA. Oh!… [She crouches.]
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Don't strike her! What disgusting scenes!
POTÁPYCH. But, mistress! You can't get results by talking! Besides, if I'm her father, that's the regular thing! That's the law, and according to that, since she is rebelling against you now, I ought to give you that satisfaction.
NÁDYA. [Weeping] Mistress, don't ruin me!
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Oh, my God! You don't spare me at all. Tears, squabblings! Send for the doctor at once! How many times have I got to say it? It's your own fault, you've nobody to blame for your tears. Potápych! get this business over with! I don't like to repeat the same thing ten times over.
She goes out, GAVRÍLOVNA after her. Silence. GAVRÍLOVNA returns.
GAVRÍLOVNA. She's gone to bed, and banged the door behind her.
POTÁPYCH. [At the window] Antoshka! Antoshka! Post boy! Saddle the horse and ride to town for the doctor. Oh, you! Lord!
NÁDYA. [Rising from her knees] Don't you think it's a sin for you to abuse me, Potápych? What have I ever done to you?