TROFIMOV. I suppose I shall always be a student.
LUBOV. [Kisses her brother, then VARYA] Well, let’s go to bed.... And you’ve grown older, Leonid.
PISCHIN. [Follows her] Yes, we’ve got to go to bed.... Oh, my gout! I’ll stay the night here. If only, Lubov Andreyevna, my dear, you could get me 240 roubles to-morrow morning—
GAEV. Still the same story.
PISCHIN. Two hundred and forty roubles... to pay the interest on the mortgage.
LUBOV. I haven’t any money, dear man.
PISCHIN. I’ll give it back... it’s a small sum....
LUBOV. Well, then, Leonid will give it to you.... Let him have it, Leonid.
GAEV. By all means; hold out your hand.
LUBOV. Why not? He wants it; he’ll give it back.