Theodore Ivánitch. That's what I think.
[JACOB runs upstairs with bread and butter.
First Footman. One should consider too, that if we are to be afraid of everybody like that, we'd better shut ourselves up within four walls, as in a prison, and stick there!
[Enter TÁNYA; she bows to the FOOTMEN.
Tánya. Good afternoon.
[FOOTMEN bow.
Tánya. Theodore Ivánitch, I have a word to say to you.
Theodore Ivánitch. Well, what?
Tánya. The peasants have come again, Theodore Ivánitch....
Theodore Ivánitch. Well? I gave the paper to Simon.