Prince Petro. I must have sixty thousand roubles at once, Baron. My son is overwhelmed with debts of honour which he can't pay.
Baron Raff. What an excellent son to imitate his father so carefully!
Gen. Kotemk. You are always getting money. I never get a single kopeck I have not got a right to. It's unbearable; it's ridiculous! My nephew is going to be married. I must get his dowry for him.
Prince Petro. My dear General, your nephew must be a perfect Turk. He seems to get married three times a week regularly.
Gen. Kot. Well, he wants a dowry to console him.
Count R. I am sick of town. I want a house in the country.
Marq. de Poiv. I am sick of the country. I want a house in town.
Baron Raff. Mes amis, I am extremely sorry for you. It is out of the question.
Prince Petro. But my son, Baron?
Gen. Kotemk. But my nephew?