THEODORE IVÁNITCH. They are downstairs. I'll bring them. [Exit].
LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. All right then. So don't be afraid, but be at your ease.
SIMON. Had I not better take off my coat? One would be more easy like.
LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Your coat? Oh no. Don't take that off. [Exit].
SIMON. She tells me to do the same again, and she will again shy things about. How isn't she afraid?
Enter Tánya in her stockings and in a dress of the colour of the wall-paper. Simon laughs.
TÁNYA. Shsh!… They'll hear! There, stick these matches on your fingers as before. [Sticks them on] Well, do you remember everything?
SIMON [bending his fingers in, one by one] First of all, wet the matches and wave my hands about, that's one. Then make my teeth chatter, like this … that's two. But I've forgotten the third thing.
TÁNYA. And it's the third as is the chief thing. Don't forget as soon as the paper falls on the table—I shall ring the little bell—then you do like this.… Spread your arms out far and catch hold of some one, whoever it is as sits nearest, and catch hold of him. And then squeeze! [Laughs] Whether it's a gentleman or a lady, it's all one; you just squeeze 'em, and don't let 'em go,—as if it were in your sleep, and chatter with your teeth, or else howl like this. [Howls sotto-voce] And when I begin to play on the guitar, then stretch yourself as if you were waking up, you know.… Will you remember everything?
SIMON. Yes, I'll remember, but it is too funny.