GREGORY. I give you my word of honour. And it was she who threw the paper on the table. If it had not been for her the paper would not have been signed, nor the land sold to the peasants. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. And you saw it yourself? GREGORY. With my own eyes. Shall I call her? She'll not deny it. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Yes, call her. Exit Gregory. Noise behind the scenes. The voice of the Doorkeeper, "No, no, you cannot." Doorkeeper is seen at the front door, the three Peasants rush in past him, the Second Peasant first; the Third one stumbles, falls on his nose, and catches hold of it. DOORKEEPER. You must not go in! SECOND PEASANT. Where's the harm? We are not doing anything wrong. We only wish to pay the money! FIRST PEASANT. That's just it; as by laying on the signature the affair is come to a conclusion, we only wish to make payment with thanks. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Wait a bit with your thanks. It was all done by fraud! It is not settled yet. Not sold yet.... Leoníd.... Call Leoníd Fyódoritch. [Exit Doorkeeper]. Leoníd Fyódoritch enters, but, seeing his wife and the Peasants, wishes to retreat. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. No, no, come here, please! I told you the land must not be sold on credit, and everybody told you so, but you let yourself be deceived like the veriest blockhead. LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. How? I don't understand who is deceiving? ANNA PÁVLOVNA. You ought to be ashamed of yourself! You have grey hair, and you let yourself be deceived and laughed at like a silly boy. You grudge your son some three hundred roubles which his social position demands, and let yourself be tricked of thousands--like a fool! LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Now come, Annette, try to be calm. FIRST PEASANT. We are only come about the acceptation of the sum, for example ... THIRD PEASANT [taking out the money] Let us finish the matter, for Christ's sake! ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Wait, wait! Enter Tánya and Gregory. ANNA PÁVLOVNA [angrily] You were in the small drawing-room during the séance last night? Tánya looks round at Theodore Ivánitch, Leoníd Fyódoritch, and Simon, and sighs. GREGORY. It's no use beating about the bush; I saw you myself ... ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Tell me, were you there? I know all about it, so you'd better confess! I'll not do anything to you. I only want to expose him [pointing to Leoníd Fyódoritch] your master.... Did you throw the paper on the table? TÁNYA. I don't know how to answer. Only one thing,--let me go home. Enter Betsy unobserved. ANNA PÁVLOVNA [to Leoníd Fyódoritch] There, you see! You are being made a fool of. [Illustration: FRUITS OF CULTURE. ACT IV. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. There, you see! You are being made a fool of.] TÁNYA. Let me go home, Anna Pávlovna! ANNA PÁVLOVNA. No, my dear! You may have caused us a loss of thousands of roubles. Land has been sold that ought not to be sold! TÁNYA. Let me go, Anna Pávlovna!