Porter. Yes, Miss. May I go?
Betsy. Well, I don't know. Ask my mother.
Porter. I don't know whose it is, Miss; I was ordered to bring it here and receive the money.
Betsy. Well, then, wait.
Márya Konstantínovna. Is it still that costume for the charade?
Betsy. Yes, a charming costume. But mamma won't take it or pay for it.
Márya Konstantínovna. But why not?
Betsy. You'd better ask mamma. She doesn't grudge Vovo 500 roubles for his dogs, but 100 is too much for a dress. I can't act dressed like a scarecrow. (Pointing to PEASANTS.) And who are these?
Gregory. Peasants who have come to buy some land or other.
Betsy. And I thought they were the beaters. Are you not beaters?