Anna Pávlovna. You ought to be ashamed of yourself! You have grey hair, and you let yourself be deceived and laughed at like a silly boy. You grudge your son some three hundred roubles which his social position demands, and let yourself be tricked of thousands—like a fool!
Leoníd Fyódoritch. Now come, Annette, try to be calm.
First Peasant. We are only come about the acceptation of the sum, for example....
Third Peasant (taking out the money). Let us finish the matter, for Christ's sake!
Anna Pávlovna. Wait, wait!
[Enter TÁNYA and GREGORY.
Anna Pávlovna (angrily). You were in the small drawing-room during the séance last night?
[TÁNYA looks around at THEODORE IVÁNITCH, LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH, and SIMON, and sighs.
Gregory. It's no use beating about the bush; I saw you myself....
Anna Pávlovna. Tell me, were you there? I know all about it, so you'd better confess! I'll not do anything to you. I only want to expose him (pointing to LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH) your master.... Did you throw the paper on the table?