ZOB. Come on, Hassanka! [Leaves the room, singing]
“I cannot tear you, cannot break you . . .”
[The Tartar shakes his fist threateningly at the Baron, and follows the other out of the room.]
SATINE [to Baron, laughing] Well, Your Imperial Highness, you’ve again sat down magnificently in a mud puddle! You’ve learned a lot—but you’re an ignoramus when it comes to palming a card.
THE BARON [spreading his hands] The Devil knows how it happened. . . .
THE ACTOR. You’re not gifted—you’ve no faith in yourself—and without that you can never accomplish anything . . .
MIEDVIEDIEFF. I’ve one Queen—and you’ve two—oh, well . . .
BUBNOFF. One’s enough if she has brains—play!
KLESHTCH. You lost, Abram Ivanovitch?
MIEDVIEDIEFF. None of your business—see? Shut up!