Smirnov. Lord, how angry I am! Angry enough to throw mud at the whole world! I even feel ill—servant!
[Mrs. Popov comes in with downcast eyes.]
Mrs. Popov. Sir, in my solitude I have become unaccustomed to the human voice and I cannot stand the sound of loud talking. I beg of you, please to cease disturbing my quiet.
Smirnov. Pay me my money and I'll leave.
Mrs. Popov. I told you once plainly in your native tongue that I haven't the money on hand; wait until day after to-morrow.
Smirnov. And I also have the honor of informing you in your native tongue that I need the money, not day after to-morrow, but to-day. If you don't pay me to-day I shall have to hang myself to-morrow.
Mrs. Popov. But what can I do when I haven't the money? How strange!
Smirnov. So you are not going to pay immediately? You're not?
Mrs. Popov. I can't.
Smirnov. Then I'll sit here and stay until I get the money. [He sits.] You will pay day after to-morrow? Excellent! Here I stay until day after to-morrow. [Jumps up.] I ask you: do I have to pay that interest to-morrow or not? Or do you think I'm joking?