Anna Pávlovna (while listening to him looks at THIRD PEASANT). Only look! Why, he has a rash on his nose—a rash! He is ill; he is a hotbed of infection!! Did I not give orders, yesterday, that they were not to be allowed into the house, and here they are again? Drive them out!
Theodore Ivánitch. Then are we not to accept their money?
Anna Pávlovna. Their money? Oh yes, take their money; but they must be turned out at once, especially this one! He is quite rotten!
Third Peasant. That's not just, lady. God's my witness, it's not just! You'd better ask my old woman, let's say, whether I am rotten! I'm clear as crystal, let's say.
Anna Pávlovna. He talks!... Off, off with him! It's all to spite me!... Oh, I can't bear it, I can't!... Send for the doctor!
[Runs away, sobbing. Exit also JACOB and GREGORY.
Tánya (to BETSY). Miss Elizabeth, darling, what am I to do now?
Betsy. Never mind, you go with them and I'll arrange it all.
[Exit.
First Peasant. Well, your reverence, how about the reception of the sum now?