Exeunt Fédya and footman.
KOROTKÓV. Who can it be? It must be Másha.
STÁKHOV. Which Másha?
KOROTKÓV. The gipsy. She's in love with him, like a cat.
STÁKHOV. What a darling she is …! And how she sings!
AFRÉMOV. Charming! Tanyúsha and she! They sang with Peter yesterday.
STÁKHOV. What a lucky fellow that is!
AFRÉMOV. Why? Because the girls are all sweet on him? Not much luck in that!
KOROTKÓV. I can't bear gipsies—nothing refined about them.
BUTKÉVICH. No, you can't say that!