YASHA. I gave the order this morning. I suppose they’ve sent him.
ANYA. [To EPIKHODOV, who crosses the room] Simeon Panteleyevitch, please make inquiries if Fiers has been sent to the hospital.
YASHA. [Offended] I told Egor this morning. What’s the use of asking ten times!
EPIKHODOV. The aged Fiers, in my conclusive opinion, isn’t worth mending; his forefathers had better have him. I only envy him. [Puts a trunk on a hat-box and squashes it] Well, of course. I thought so! [Exit.]
YASHA. [Grinning] Two-and-twenty troubles.
VARYA. [Behind the door] Has Fiers been taken away to the hospital?
ANYA. Yes.
VARYA. Why didn’t they take the letter to the doctor?
ANYA. It’ll have to be sent after him. [Exit.]
VARYA. [In the next room] Where’s Yasha? Tell him his mother’s come and wants to say good-bye to him.