NASTYA. If I only could! [Takes a cup from the table and throws it on the floor] That’s what I’d like to do to you all!
THE TARTAR. Why break dishes—eh—silly girl?
THE BARON [rising] That’ll do! I’ll teach her manners in half a second!
NASTYA [running toward door] Go to hell!
SATINE [calling after her] Hey! That’s enough! Whom are you trying to frighten? What’s all the row about, anyway?
NASTYA. Dogs! I hope you’ll croak! Dogs! [Runs out]
THE ACTOR [morosely] Amen!
THE TARTAR. Allah! Mad women, these Russians! They’re bold, wilful; Tartar women aren’t like that! They know the law and abide by it. . . .
KLESHTCH. She ought to be given a sound hiding!
THE BARON. The slut!