LUBOV. Is that you, Ermolai Alexeyevitch? Why were you so long? Where’s Leonid?
LOPAKHIN. Leonid Andreyevitch came back with me, he’s coming....
LUBOV. [Excited] Well, what? Is it sold? Tell me?
LOPAKHIN. [Confused, afraid to show his pleasure] The sale ended up at four o’clock.... We missed the train, and had to wait till half-past nine. [Sighs heavily] Ooh! My head’s going round a little.
[Enter GAEV; in his right hand he carries things he has bought, with his left he wipes away his tears.]
LUBOV. Leon, what’s happened? Leon, well? [Impatiently, in tears] Quick, for the love of God....
GAEV. [Says nothing to her, only waves his hand; to FIERS, weeping] Here, take this.... Here are anchovies, herrings from Kertch.... I’ve had no food to-day.... I have had a time! [The door from the billiard-room is open; the clicking of the balls is heard, and YASHA’S voice, “Seven, eighteen!” GAEV’S expression changes, he cries no more] I’m awfully tired. Help me change my clothes, Fiers.
[Goes out through the drawing-room; FIERS after him.]
PISCHIN. What happened? Come on, tell us!
LUBOV. Is the cherry orchard sold?