VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Sing on, sing on, my dear; you sing very finely on the wing; but you'll perch pretty soon! You're not going to roam about at night for nothing. I know your tricks. I'll show you all up! I'm so mad now, that even if you bow down to my feet, I'll not forgive you. LÍZA. Just wait! I see myself bowing before you! Don't count on it! VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. No, now I'm going to look around every bush. LÍZA. Do it! VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA _looks about on both sides, then approaches the pond._ VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Ha, what's this? Do tell, what tricks they're up to! In the boat! Hugging each other! How tender that is! Just like a picture! You ought to have thought to take a guitar along and sing love-songs!... They're kissing each other! Very good! Delightful! Again! Excellent! What could be better? Phew, what an abomination! It's disgusting to look at! Well, my dears, you will remember me. _Now_ I have nothing to say to you. _To-morrow_ I shall! [_She goes out._ LÍZA. What devil brought her here? You can't clear up the mess now! LEONÍD _and_ NÁDYA _reach the shore and disembark from the boat._ SCENE VI LÍZA, NÁDYA, _and_ LEONÍD LÍZA. What have you done, what have you done!... NÁDYA. [_Not listening to her, softly to_ LEONÍD] You will come to-morrow? LEONÍD. I will. LÍZA. What's the matter, don't you hear? NÁDYA. If I can't come, I'll send a note somehow or other. LEONÍD. Good! NÁDYA. Well, good-by. [_They kiss._ LÍZA. [_Loudly_] Nádya! NÁDYA. [_Goes up to_ LÍZA. LEONÍD _sits down upon the bench_] What's the matter? LÍZA. Vasilísa Peregrínovna saw you rowing on the pond. NÁDYA. Well, deuce take her! LÍZA. My dear girl, don't carry your head too high! LEONÍD. Nádya! [NÁDYA _goes to him_] Oh, Nádya, what a vile, good-for-nothing fellow I am! NÁDYA. What do you mean? LEONÍD. Little Nádya! [_He whispers in her ear._ NÁDYA. [_Shakes her head_] Oh, my precious darling, why did that come into your head? I'm not sorry for this, but you are. How kind you are! Now, good-by! It's high time. I shouldn't leave you, but I can't help it; I'm not my own mistress. LEONÍD. Good-by, then! _Slowly, as if unwillingly, they separate._ NÁDYA _returns, overtakes_ LEONÍD _and gazes into his eyes._ NÁDYA. Do you love me? LEONÍD. I do love you, indeed I do! [_They kiss and go out in different directions._ IV Same room as in second picture SCENE I[1] [Footnote 1: The whole scene in a whisper.] POTÁPYCH _is leaning against the door-jamb, his hand to his head._ VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA _enters quietly._ VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Result of yesterday evening, I suppose, my friend? POTÁPYCH. Wha-a-t? VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Your head aches. POTÁPYCH. Did you put up the money? VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. You haven't any money for anything else; but you have for such things. POTÁPYCH. Well, anyhow, it ain't your business.