Enter Jacob, running.
THEODORE IVÁNITCH [to Jacob] What d'you want?
JACOB. Another samovár, and oranges.
THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Ask the housekeeper.
Exit Jacob.
THEODORE IVÁNITCH [to Tánya] How is that?
TÁNYA. Why, don't you see, my position is such …
JACOB [runs in] There are not enough oranges.
THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Serve up as many as you've got [Exit Jacob]. Now's not the time! Just see what a bustle we are in.
TÁNYA. But you know yourself, Theodore Ivánitch, there is no end to this bustle; one might wait for ever—you know yourself—and my affair is for life.… Dear Theodore Ivánitch, you have done me a good turn, be a father to me now, choose the right moment and tell her, or else she'll get angry and won't let me have my passport.[19]