Second Peasant. Let me have my handkerchief back!
[The handkerchief in which the presents were wrapped.
Third Peasant. Oh, Lord, oh, Lord! didn't I say—some lodging-house meanwhile!
[GREGORY pushes him out. Exeunt PEASANTS.
Porter (who has repeatedly tried to say something).—Will there be any answer?
Anna Pávlovna. Ah, from Bourdier? (Excitedly.) None! None! You can take it back. I told her I never ordered such a costume, and I will not allow my daughter to wear it!
Porter. I know nothing about it. I was sent....
Anna Pávlovna. Go, go, take it back! I will call myself about it!
Vasíly Leoníditch (solemnly). Sir Messenger from Bourdier, depart!
Porter. I might have been told that long ago. I have sat here nearly five hours!