Tánya (helps THEODORE IVÁNITCH to place the things). Is that right? The guitar here, and here the inkstand. (Places it.) So?
Theodore Ivánitch. Can it be true that they'll make Simon sit here?
Tánya. I suppose so; they've done it once.
Theodore Ivánitch. Wonderful! (Puts on his pince-nez.) But is he clean?
Tánya. How should I know?
Theodore Ivánitch. Then, I'll tell you what....
Tánya. Yes, Theodore Ivánitch?
Theodore Ivánitch. Go and take a nail-brush and some Pears' soap; you may take mine ... and go and cut his claws and scrub his hands as clean as possible.
Tánya. He can do it himself.
Theodore Ivánitch. Well then, tell him to. And tell him to put on a clean shirt as well.