KOSTILYOFF. Sh-sh! Don’t be angry, Vaska. The watch—it is—
SATINE. Stolen!
KOSTILYOFF [sternly] I do not accept stolen goods—how can you imagine—
PEPEL [taking him by the shoulder] What did you disturb me for? What do you want?
KOSTILYOFF. I don’t want—anything. I’ll go—if you’re in such a state—
PEPEL. Be off, and bring the money!
KOSTILYOFF. What ruffians! I—I—[Exit]
THE ACTOR. What a farce!
SATINE. That’s fine—I like it.