Koch. Can’t find him? Has he gone out?
Agàfia. No, he hasn’t gone out either.
Koch. What do you mean? Not here and not gone out?
Fèkla. I can’t think where he can have got to. I was in the hall the whole time; never left it for a minute.
Arìna. Well, he certainly didn’t go out by the back stairs.
Koch. Well, but, the devil take it, he couldn’t vanish without going out of the room! I expect he’s hidden himself.... Ivàn Kouzmìch! Where are you? Leave off fooling! Come out, quick! There’s no time for jokes; we ought to be at church by now! (Looks into cupboard, and peeps askance under chairs.) No making it out! But he can’t have gone away; he can’t possibly have gone away! He’s here; there’s his hat in the next room, I put it there on purpose.
Arìna. We’d better ask the girl, she was standing at the street door; perhaps she knows something about it.... Douniàshka! Douniàshka!... (Enter Douniàshka.) Where’s Ivàn Kouzmìch? Have you seen him?
Doun. Please’m, the gentleman jumped out of window. (Agàfia screams and clasps her hands.)
All three together. The window?...
Doun. Yes’m. And if you please’m, when he was out he took a drozhki and drove away.