GREGORY. It's no use beating about the bush; I saw you myself …
ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Tell me, were you there? I know all about it, so you'd better confess! I'll not do anything to you. I only want to expose him [pointing to Leoníd Fyódoritch] your master.… Did you throw the paper on the table?
TÁNYA. I don't know how to answer. Only one thing,—let me go home.
Enter Betsy unobserved.
ANNA PÁVLOVNA [to Leoníd Fyódoritch] There, you see! You are being made a fool of.
FRUITS OF CULTURE. Act IV.
Anna Pávlovna. There, you see! You are being made a fool of.
TÁNYA. Let me go home, Anna Pávlovna!