IVANOFF. What an idea, Sasha! Fancy a crusty old badger like myself starting a love affair! Heaven preserve me from such misfortune! No, my little sage, this is not a case for romance. The fact is, I can endure all I have to suffer: sadness, sickness of mind, ruin, the loss of my wife, and my lonely, broken old age, but I cannot, I will not, endure the contempt I have for myself! I am nearly killed by shame when I think that a strong, healthy man like myself has become--oh, heaven only knows what--by no means a Manfred or a Hamlet! There are some unfortunates who feel flattered when people call them Hamlets and cynics, but to me it is an insult. It wounds my pride and I am tortured by shame and suffer agony. SASHA. [Laughing through her tears] Nicholas, let us run away to America together! IVANOFF. I haven't the energy to take such a step as that, and besides, in America you--[They go toward the door into the garden] As a matter of fact, Sasha, this is not a good place for you to live. When I look about at the men who surround you I am terrified for you; whom is there you could marry? Your only chance will be if some passing lieutenant or student steals your heart and carries you away. Enter ZINAIDA through the door on the right with a jar of jam. IVANOFF. Excuse me, Sasha, I shall join you in a minute. SASHA goes out into the garden. IVANOFF. [To ZINAIDA] Zinaida, may I ask you a favour? ZINAIDA. What is it? IVANOFF. The fact is, you know, that the interest on my note is due day after to-morrow, but I should be more than obliged to you if you will let me postpone the payment of it, or would let me add the interest to the capital. I simply cannot pay it now; I haven't the money. ZINAIDA. Oh, Ivanoff, how could I do such a thing? Would it be business-like? No, no, don't ask it, don't torment an unfortunate old woman. IVANOFF. I beg your pardon. [He goes out into the garden.] ZINAIDA. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What a fright he gave me! I am trembling all over. [Goes out through the door on the right.] Enter KOSICH through the door on the left. He walks across the stage. KOSICH. I had the ace, king, queen, and eight of diamonds, the ace of spades, and one, just one little heart, and she--may the foul fiend fly away with her,--she couldn't make a little slam! Goes out through the door on the right. Enter from the garden AVDOTIA and FIRST GUEST. AVDOTIA. Oh, how I should like to get my claws into her, the miserable old miser! How I should like it! Does she think it a joke to leave us sitting here since five o'clock without even offering us a crust to eat? What a house! What management! FIRST GUEST. I am so bored that I feel like beating my head against the wall. Lord, what a queer lot of people! I shall soon be howling like a wolf and snapping at them from hunger and weariness. AVDOTIA. How I should like to get my claws into her, the old sinner!