GIRL. Why go to you?
LEONÍD. I'll go to town and buy you earrings.
GIRL. You're only a kid!
She laughs loudly and goes out. LEONÍD stands with bowed head musing. POTÁPYCH enters in hunting-dress, with a gun.
POTÁPYCH. One can't keep up with you, sir; you have young legs.
LEONÍD. [All the while lost in thought] All this, Potápych, will be mine.
POTÁPYCH. All yours, sir, and we shall all be yours…. Just as we served the old master, so we must serve you…. Because you're of the same blood…. That's the right way. Of course, may God prolong your dear mamma's days….
LEONÍD. Then I shan't enter the service, Potápych; I shall come directly to the country, and here I shall live.
POTÁPYCH. You must enter the service, sir.
LEONÍD. What's that you say? Much I must! They'll make me a copying clerk! [He sits down upon a bench.