FIERS. Oh you... bungler! [Mutters.]
[TROFIMOV and LUBOV ANDREYEVNA dance in the reception-room, then into the sitting-room.]
LUBOV. Merci. I’ll sit down. [Sits] I’m tired.
[Enter ANYA.]
ANYA. [Excited] Somebody in the kitchen was saying just now that the cherry orchard was sold to-day.
LUBOV. Sold to whom?
ANYA. He didn’t say to whom. He’s gone now. [Dances out into the reception-room with TROFIMOV.]
YASHA. Some old man was chattering about it a long time ago. A stranger!
FIERS. And Leonid Andreyevitch isn’t here yet, he hasn’t come. He’s wearing a light, demi-saison overcoat. He’ll catch cold. Oh these young fellows.
LUBOV. I’ll die of this. Go and find out, Yasha, to whom it’s sold.