OSIP. The horses are ready.
KHLESTAKOV. Oh! All right. I'll come presently.
GOVERNOR. What's that? Are you leaving?
KHLESTAKOV. Yes, I'm going.
GOVERNOR. Then when—that is—I thought you were pleased to hint at a wedding.
KHLESTAKOV. Oh—for one minute only—for one day—to my uncle, a rich old man. I'll be back tomorrow.
GOVERNOR. We would not venture, of course, to hold you back, and we hope for your safe return.
KHLESTAKOV. Of course, of course, I'll come back at once. Good-by, my dear—no, I simply can't express my feelings. Good-by, my heart. [Kisses Marya's hand.]
GOVERNOR. Don't you need something for the road? It seems to me you were pleased to be short of cash.
KHLESTAKOV, Oh, no, what for? [After a little thought.] However, if you like.