BARONESS
And a hook-nosed brat to call you grandpapa, and nestle his greasy face against yours.
BARON [Banging his fist on the table]
Don't drive me mad!
[His head drops again.]
BARONESS
Then drive me home—I vill not meet him.... Alexis!
[She taps him on the shoulder with her parasol. He does not move.]
Alexis Ivanovitch! Do you not listen!...
[She stamps her foot.]