Fédya. But I am a married man, and you belong to this gypsy troupe. They wouldn't let you leave it, and—
Masha (interrupting). The troupe's one thing, and my heart's another. I love those I love, and I hate those I hate.
Fédya. Oh, you must be happy to be like that.
Masha. I'm always happy when handsome gentlemen come and say nice things to me. (Gypsies stop singing.)
[A gypsy entering speaks to FÉDYA.
Gypsy. Some one asking for you.
Fédya. Who?
Gypsy. Don't know. He's rich, though. Fur coat.
Fédya. Fur coat? O my God, show him in.
Afrémov. Who the devil wants to see you here?