Koch. What is your opinion, Agàfia Tikhònovna?
Fèkla (aside to her). Make haste! say “Thank you,” or “With the greatest pleasure,” or something.... It’s not proper to sit like that!
Agàfia. I’m ashamed, I’m ashamed, really. I shall go away. Auntie! stop here instead of me!
Fèkla. No, no, you musn’t go away; it’s improper, it’s disgraceful. They’ll think ... I don’t know what!
Agàfia (aside). No, no, I can’t stand it, I can’t—I can’t! (Runs away. Arìna and Fèkla follow her.)
Yaìch. Well, that’s a good one—everybody’s gone away. What’s the meaning of that?
Koch. I expect something’s happened.
Zhev. Oh, no doubt it’s some little matter of feminine toilet.... They want to pin something, or to put the camisole straight, or—— (Enter Fèkla.)
All (crowding round her). What is it? What’s the matter?
Koch. Has anything happened?