Serafima. I haven’t heard of anything at all.
Karp. Well, Serafima, my girl, remember one thing: you’re a cut-off twig; I shan’t give you any more money; so mind you don’t run through what you’ve got.
Oulìta. The other one was old; but you say this one’s young, so very likely you may have children; you must keep the money for them.
Serafima. With my character, I can’t squander my money. (Gives cup to Matryòna.)
Karp. H’m!——You say he’s young; and you’re a widow, not a girl; I doubt you’ll feel a bit ashamed before your husband; he’ll just make a fool of you and get hold of your money.
Serafima (takes cup from Matryòna). Do you think that men love only for money? (Raises eyes to heaven, and sighs.)
Karp. Why, what did you suppose? Everybody knows that.
Serafima (suddenly waking out of meditation). I won’t give him any money.
Karp. That’s right; that’s capital; you do as I told you.
Serafima. Of course I will, papa. You needn’t think I’m going to be silly.