Paul. Forgive me, Serafima! I understand you, my love; indeed it is a good thing that you are economical in trifles. Trifles are an important matter in life. I am glad that I have found in you such a housewife. But I want to speak to you about more serious business.
Serafima. About what, Paul? No, no, stop! Why should we talk about business? We haven’t done talking about love, yet. We have nothing to do, now, as you didn’t go to the office. Why should we talk about business? Let us talk about love! (Sighs, and raises eyes to heaven.)
Paul. We can talk about love afterwards, whenever you like; but I must speak about business now.
Serafima. Ah! Paul! you have stayed at home with me. Indeed I don’t want to think of anything else now!
Paul. No, Serafima; I really must have a serious talk with you.
Serafima (a little offended). Well, what is it you want?
Paul. How do you wish to employ your capital?
Serafima. What a question! I don’t want to employ it anyhow. It can stop in the Council,[[15]] and we’ll live on the interest.
Paul. But the interest is very little, my love; we had better put the capital into circulation.
Serafima. Into what circulation?