Agàfia. To-day! Oh, Fèkla Ivànovna, I’m afraid!
Fèkla. There’s nothing to be afraid of, little mother. It’s a thing that’s got to be. They’ll only come and take a look at you—nothing more. Then you can take a look at them, and if you don’t like them they can go away.
Arìna. I hope you are bringing good, respectable gentlemen?
Agàfia. And how many are there?
Fèkla. Let me see—there are six of them.
Agàfia (screams). Oh!
Fèkla. Dear heart, you needn’t jump like that! It’s best to have a choice; if you don’t like one you can take another.
Agàfia. Are they of noble birth?
Fèkla. Every one! The very noblest birth that ever was.
Agàfia. Well, what are they like?