BARSSEGH [
turns from Dartscho, to whom he has been speaking, to the sheriff
]. What are you gazing around for, sir? Keep on with your writing.
[Sheriff looks at Barssegh in disgust, sits down by card table and writes.
MARTHA [
to the guests
]. We have nothing more to look for here. [
Aside:
] A charming set!
[Goes toward middle door; some ladies follow; others stand offended.