Anísya. What's made you so tender?
Nikíta. I am sorry for him,—that sorry. How he cried! Oh, dear!
Anísya. Look at him,—seized with pity! He has found some one to pity too! He's been treating you like a dog, and even just now was giving orders to have you turned out of the house. You'd better show me some pity!
Nikíta. What are you to be pitied for?
Anísya. If he dies, and the money's been hidden away....
Nikíta. No fear, he'll not hide it....
Anísya. Oh, Nikíta darling! he's sent for his sister, and wants to give it to her. It will be a bad lookout for us. How are we going to live, if he gives her the money? They'll turn me out of the house! You try and manage somehow! You said he went to the shed last night.
Nikíta. I saw him coming from there, but where he's shoved it to, who can tell?
Anísya. Oh, my poor head! I'll go and have a look there.
[NIKÍTA steps aside.