ANNA PÁVLOVNA [to Theodore Ivánitch] Turn them out at once! They are to leave my kitchen immediately! It is terrible! No one listens to me; they do it out of spite.… I turn them out from there, and they bring them in here! And with my illness … [Gets more and more excited, and at last begins to cry] Doctor! Doctor! Peter Petróvitch!… He's gone too!… [Exit, sobbing, followed by Leoníd Fyódoritch].
All stand silent for a long time.
THIRD PEASANT. Botheration take them all! If one don't mind, the police will be after one here. And I have never been to law in all my born days. Let's go to some lodging-house, lads!
THEODORE IVÁNITCH [to Tánya] What are we to do?
TÁNYA. Never mind, Theodore Ivánitch, let them sleep with the coachman.
THEODORE IVÁNITCH. How can we do that? The coachman was complaining as it is, that his place is full of dogs.
TÁNYA. Well then, the porter's lodge.
THEODORE IVÁNITCH. And supposing it's found out?
TÁNYA. It won't be found out! Don't trouble about that, Theodore Ivánitch. How can one turn them out now, at night? They'll not find anywhere to go to.
THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well, do as you please. Only they must go away from here. [Exit].