LOPAKHIN. Yes... that’s true.
LUBOV. Why not to our Varya? She’s a nice girl.
LOPAKHIN. Yes.
LUBOV. She’s quite homely in her ways, works all day, and, what matters most, she’s in love with you. And you’ve liked her for a long time.
LOPAKHIN. Well? I don’t mind... she’s a nice girl. [Pause.]
GAEV. I’m offered a place in a bank. Six thousand roubles a year.... Did you hear?
LUBOV. What’s the matter with you! Stay where you are....
[Enter FIERS with an overcoat.]
FIERS. [To GAEV] Please, sir, put this on, it’s damp.
GAEV. [Putting it on] You’re a nuisance, old man.