TÁNYA. Thank you, sir. Now I shan't think any more about it; but I was so frightened.... What a thing it is, our want of education! LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. No, no, don't be frightened... Theodore! Enter Theodore Ivánitch. LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. I am going out now. Get everything ready for to-night's séance. THEODORE IVÁNITCH. But Mr. Kaptchítch is not coming. LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. That does not matter. [Puts on overcoat] We shall have a trial séance with our own medium. [Exit. Theodore Ivánitch goes out with him]. TÁNYA [alone] He believes it! He believes it! [Shrieks and jumps with joy] He really believes it! Isn't it wonderful! [Shrieks] Now I'll do it, if only Simon has pluck for it! Theodore Ivánitch returns. THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well, have you told him your secret? TÁNYA. I'll tell you too, only later on.... But I have a favour to ask of you too, Theodore Ivánitch. THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Yes? What is it? TÁNYA [shyly] You have been a second father to me, and I will open my heart before you as before God. THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Don't beat about the bush, but come straight to the point. TÁNYA. The point is ... well, the point is, that Simon wants to marry me. THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Is that it? I thought I noticed ... TÁNYA. Well, why should I hide it? I am an orphan, and you know yourself how matters are in these town establishments. Every one comes bothering; there's that Gregory Miháylitch, for instance, he gives me no peace. And also that other one ... you know. They think I have no soul, and am only here for their amusement. THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Good girl, that's right! Well, what then? TÁNYA. Well, Simon wrote to his father; and he, his father, sees me to-day, and says: "He's spoilt"--he means his son. Theodore Ivánitch [bows], take the place of a father to me, speak to the old man,--to Simon's father! I could take them into the kitchen, and you might come in and speak to the old man! THEODORE IVÁNITCH [smiling] Then I am to turn match-maker--am I? Well, I can do that. TÁNYA. Theodore Ivánitch, dearest, be a father to me, and I'll pray for you all my life long. THEODORE IVÁNITCH. All right, all right, I'll come later on. Haven't I promised? [Takes up newspaper]. TÁNYA. You are a second father to me! THEODORE IVÁNITCH. All right, all right. TÁNYA. Then I'll rely on you. [Exit]. THEODORE IVÁNITCH [alone, shaking his head] A good affectionate girl. To think that so many like her perish! Get but once into trouble and she'll go from hand to hand until she sinks into the mire, and can never be found again! There was that dear little Nataly. She, too, was a good girl, reared and cared for by a mother. [Takes up paper] Well, let's see what tricks Ferdinand is up to in Bulgaria. Curtain. ACT II