KOROTKÓV. I'd give the whole lot for one French woman!
AFRÉMOV. Yes, we know you—and your æsthetics!… I'll go and see who it is. [Exit].
STÁKHOV. If it's Másha, bring her in here! We'll make her sing.… No, the gipsies aren't what they used to be. Tanyúsha, now—by Gad!
BUTKÉVICH. And I believe they're just the same.
STÁKHOV. Just the same? When instead of their own pieces they sing empty drawing-room songs?
BUTKÉVICH. Some drawing-room songs are very good.
KOROTKÓV. Will you bet I don't get them to sing a drawing-room song so that you won't know it from one of their own?
STÁKHOV. Korotkóv always wants to bet!
Enter Afrémov.
AFRÉMOV. I say, you fellows, it's not Másha—and there's no room he can ask her into but this. Let us clear out to the billiard room. [Exeunt].