SMIRNOV. March! [_Luka goes out._] Ill and isn't receiving! All right, it isn't necessary. I won't receive either. I'll sit here and stay until you bring that money. If you're ill a week, I'll sit here a week. If you're ill a year, I'll sit here a year. As heaven is a witness I'll get my money. You don't disturb me with your mourning--or with your dimples. We know these dimples! [_He calls out the window._] Simon, unharness. We aren't going to leave right away. I am going to stay here. Tell them in the stable to give the horses some oats. The left horse has twisted the bridle again. [_Imitating him._] Stop. I'll show you how. Stop. [_Leaves window._] It's awful. Unbearable heat, no money, didn't sleep well last night and now mourning-dresses with moods. My head aches, perhaps I ought to have a drink. Ye-s, I must have a drink. [_Calling._] Servant! LUKA. What do you wish? SMIRNOV. A little drink. [_Luka goes out. Smirnov sits down and looks at his clothes._] Ugh, a fine figure! No use denying that. Dust, dirty boots, unwashed, uncombed, straw on my vest--the lady probably took me for a highwayman. [_He yawns._] It was a little impolite to come into a reception room with such clothes. Oh well, no harm done. I'm not here as guest. I'm a creditor. And there is no special costume for creditors. LUKA [_entering with glass_]. You take a great deal of liberty, sir. SMIRNOV [_angrily_]. What? LUKA. I--I--I just-- SMIRNOV. Whom are you talking to? Keep quiet. LUKA [_angrily_]. Nice mess! This fellow won't leave! [_He goes out._] SMIRNOV. Lord, how angry I am! Angry enough to throw mud at the whole world! I even feel ill--servant! [_Mrs. Popov comes in with downcast eyes._] MRS. POPOV. Sir, in my solitude I have become unaccustomed to the human voice and I cannot stand the sound of loud talking. I beg of you, please to cease disturbing my quiet. SMIRNOV. Pay me my money and I'll leave. MRS. POPOV. I told you once plainly in your native tongue that I haven't the money on hand; wait until day after to-morrow. SMIRNOV. And I also have the honor of informing you in your native tongue that I need the money, not day after to-morrow, but to-day. If you don't pay me to-day I shall have to hang myself to-morrow. MRS. POPOV. But what can I do when I haven't the money? How strange! SMIRNOV. So you are not going to pay immediately? You're not? MRS. POPOV. I can't. SMIRNOV. Then I'll sit here and stay until I get the money. [_He sits._] You will pay day after to-morrow? Excellent! Here I stay until day after to-morrow. [_Jumps up._] I ask you: do I have to pay that interest to-morrow or not? Or do you think I'm joking? MRS. POPOV. Sir, I beg of you, don't scream! This is not a stable. SMIRNOV. I'm not asking you about a stable, I'm asking you whether I have to pay that interest to-morrow or not? MRS. POPOV. You have no idea how a lady should be treated. SMIRNOV. Oh, yes, I know how to treat ladies.