SHAMRAEFF. You told me to have the sea-gull stuffed that Mr. Constantine killed some time ago.
TRIGORIN. Did I? [Thoughtfully] I don’t remember.
MASHA. Sixty-one. One.
TREPLIEFF throws open the window and stands listening.
TREPLIEFF. How dark the night is! I wonder what makes me so restless.
ARKADINA. Shut the window, Constantine, there is a draught here.
TREPLIEFF shuts the window.
MASHA. Ninety-eight.
TRIGORIN. See, my card is full.
ARKADINA. [Gaily] Bravo! Bravo!