LUBOV. Go away, Yasha; get out of this....
YASHA. [Gives purse to LUBOV ANDREYEVNA] I’ll go at once. [Hardly able to keep from laughing] This minute.... [Exit.]
LOPAKHIN. That rich man Deriganov is preparing to buy your estate. They say he’ll come to the sale himself.
LUBOV. Where did you hear that?
LOPAKHIN. They say so in town.
GAEV. Our Yaroslav aunt has promised to send something, but I don’t know when or how much.
LOPAKHIN. How much will she send? A hundred thousand roubles? Or two, perhaps?
LUBOV. I’d be glad of ten or fifteen thousand.
LOPAKHIN. You must excuse my saying so, but I’ve never met such frivolous people as you before, or anybody so unbusinesslike and peculiar. Here I am telling you in plain language that your estate will be sold, and you don’t seem to understand.
LUBOV. What are we to do? Tell us, what?