[Runs off.
Anísya (ponders). "Come and dance at my wedding!" What new plan is this? Marry? Mind. Nikíta, if that's your intention, I'll go and.... No, I can't live without him. I won't let him go.
Nikíta (enters, looks round, and, seeing Anísya alone, approaches quickly. In a low tone). Here's a go; I'm in a regular fix! That governor of mine wants to take me away,—tells me I'm to come home. Says quite straight I'm to marry and live at home.
Anísya. Well, go and marry! What's that to me?
Nikíta. Is that it? Why, here am I reckoning how best to consider matters, and just hear her! She tells me to go and marry. Why's that? (Winking.) Has she forgotten?
Anísya. Yes, go and marry! What do I care?
Nikíta. What are you spitting for? Just see, she won't even let me stroke her.... What's the matter?
Anísya. This! That you want to play me false.... If you do,—why, I don't want you either. So now you know!
Nikíta. That'll do, Anísya. Do you think I'll forget you? Never while I live! I'll not play you false, that's flat. I've been thinking that supposing they do go and make me marry, I'd still come back to you. If only he don't make me live at home.
Anísya. Much need I'll have of you, once you're married.