SHABELSKI Seriously, I must really do something horrid and rascally, so that not only I but everybody else will be disgusted by it. I certainly shall find something to do, upon my word I shall! I have already told Borkin to announce that I am to be married. [He laughs] Everybody is a scoundrel and I must be one too! LEBEDIEFF. I am tired of you, Matthew. Look here, man you talk in such a way that, excuse my saying so, you will soon find yourself in a lunatic asylum! SHABELSKI. Could a lunatic asylum possibly be worse than this house, or any othe r? Kindly take me there at once. Please do! Everybody is wicked and futile and worthless and stupid; I am an object of disgust to myself, I don't believe a word I say----- LEBEDIEFF. Let me give you a piece of advice, old man; fill your mouth full of tow, light it, and blow at everybody. Or, better still, take your hat and go home. This is a wedding, we all want to enjoy ourselves and you are croaking like a raven. Yes, really. SHABELSKI leans on the piano and begins to sob. LEBEDIEFF. Good gracious, Matthew, Count! What is it, dear Matthew, old friend? Have I offended you? There, forgive me; I didn't mean to hurt you. Come, drink some water. SHABELSKI. I don't want any water. [Raises his head.] LEBEDIEFF. What are you crying about? SHABELSKI. Nothing in particular; I was just crying. LEBEDIEFF. Matthew, tell me the truth, what is it? What has happened? SHABELSKI. I caught sight of that violoncello, and--and--I remembered the Jewess. LEBEDIEFF. What an unfortunate moment you have chosen to remember her. Peace be with her! But don't think of her now. SHABELSKI. We used to play duets together. She was a beautiful, a glorious woman. SASHA sobs. LEBEDIEFF. What, are you crying too? Stop, Sasha! Dear me, they are both howling now, and I--and I--Do go away; the guests will see you! SHABELSKI. Paul, when the sun is shining, it is gay even in a cemetery. One can be cheerful even in old age if it is lighted by hope; but I have nothing to hope for--not a thing! LEBEDIEFF. Yes, it is rather sad for you. You have no children, no money, no occupation. Well, but what is there to be done about it? [To SASHA] What is the matter with you, Sasha? SHABELSKI. Paul, give me some money. I will repay you in the next world. I would go to Paris and see my wife's grave. I have given away a great deal of money in my life, half my fortune indeed, and I have a right to ask for some now. Besides, I am asking a friend. LEBEDIEFF. [Embarrassed] My dear boy, I haven't a penny. All right though. That is to say, I can't promise anything, but you understand--very well, very well. [Aside] This is agony! Enter MARTHA. MARTHA. Where is my partner? Count, how dare you leave me alone? You are horrid! [She taps SHABELSKI on the arm with her fan] SHABELSKI. [Impatiently] Leave me alone! I can't abide you! MARTHA. [Frightened] How? What? SHABELSKI. Go away!