[SOLENI comes in.]
IRINA. No, you can’t come here, Vassili Vassilevitch. Please go away.
SOLENI. Why can the Baron come here and I can’t?
VERSHININ. We really must go. How’s the fire?
SOLENI. They say it’s going down. No, I absolutely don’t see why the Baron can, and I can’t? [Scents his hands.]
VERSHININ. Trum-tum-tum.
MASHA. Trum-tum.
VERSHININ. [Laughs to SOLENI] Let’s go into the dining-room.
SOLENI. Very well, we’ll make a note of it. “If I should try to make this clear, the geese would be annoyed, I fear.” [Looks at TUZENBACH] There, there, there.... [Goes out with VERSHININ and FEDOTIK.]
IRINA. How Soleni smelt of tobacco.... [In surprise] The Baron’s asleep! Baron! Baron!