KABANOV. But indeed, mamma, I don't want to be independent. How ever could I be independent!
MME. KABANOVA. So, to your thinking then, kindness is all that's needed with a wife? Mustn't even scold her then, or threaten her?
KABANOV. But, indeed, mamma....
MME. KABANOVA (hotly). Wait till she sets up a lover.... Hey! But I daresay that's no consequence either, to your thinking? Hey? Come, speak?
KABANOV. But, mercy on us, mamma....
MME. KABANOVA (perfectly coolly). Fool! (Sighs) What's the use of talking to a fool! it's simply a sin! (Silence) I'm going home.
KABANOV. We'll come directly too; we'll only take one or two more turns on the parade.
MME. KABANOVA. Very well; do as you like, only mind you don't keep me waiting! You know I don't like that.
KABANOV. Oh no, mamma! God forbid!
MME. KABANOVA. Mind you don't then!