Betsy. Stop your nonsense! Vovo, which bag is it in?
Vasíly Leoníditch. That one, that one. He is getting near, very near!
Petrístchef. Is it spirits divine, or spirits of wine?
Betsy. Now your cigarette comes in handy for once. Smoke closer, closer to me.
[PETRÍSTCHEF leans over her and smokes at her.
Vasíly Leoníditch. He's getting near, I tell you. Eh, what?
Grossman (searches excitedly round the THIRD PEASANT). It is here; I feel it is!
Fat Lady. Do you feel an effluence?
[GROSSMAN stoops and finds the spoon in the bag.
All. Bravo!