PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. There--there's the tea in the cupboard, in the little red caddy. ANNA IVÁNOVNA _unlocks the door and takes out the caddy._ MÍTYA _comes in._ SCENE IV _The same and_ MÍTYA PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. What do you want, Mítya dear? MÍTYA. [_Keeping back his tears_] I--I--Pelagéya Egórovna, for all your kindness, and for all your consideration--even though it may be I am not worth it--seeing that while I was an orphan--you never deserted me--and like a mother--I will be thankful to you all my life, and will always pray to God for you. [_Bows down to her feet._ PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. But what are you doing, Mítya? MÍTYA. I thank you for everything. And now good-by, Pelagéya Egórovna. [_Rises._ PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Where are you going? MÍTYA. I plan to go to my mother's. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Are you going for long? MÍTYA. Yes, I asked the master for a vacation, and it's most likely that I'll stay there for good. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. But why do you wish to leave us, Mítya? MÍTYA. [Hesitating] Why, I just!--You see--I've already decided. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. But when are you going? MÍTYA. To-night. [_Is silent_] I thought to myself that I shouldn't see you before to-night, and so I came to say good-by. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Very well, Mítya, if you are needed there--we won't keep you; God be with you! Good-by! MÍTYA. [_Bows down to the feet of _PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA, _exchanges kisses with her and with_ ANNA IVÁNOVNA; _then bows again and waits_] Might I be allowed to say good-by to Lyubóv Gordéyevna? You see we have lived in the same house--maybe I shall die before I see her again! PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Yes, you must, you must. Say good-by to her, of course! Annushka, go and fetch Lyubóv. ANNA IVÁNOVNA. [_Shaking her head_] "One man leads her by one hand, another by the other, a third stands and sheds tears; he loved her, but did not get her." SCENE V PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA and MÍTYA PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Oh, Mítya, my dear! What trouble we are in! How can we drive it away--get rid of it--I cannot think. It's as if a thunderbolt had struck me! I can't recover myself. MÍTYA. You have no one to blame but yourself for your unhappiness, Pelagéya Egórovna; you are marrying her off yourself, ma'am. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Yes, we are doing it ourselves; we are marrying her off ourselves! Only it's not with my consent, Mítya! If I had my way, do you think I'd give her up? Do you think I'm her enemy? MÍTYA. He's a man--from what I hear--not a very great catch! There's nothing good to be heard of him--except what's bad. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. I know, Mítya dear, I know. MÍTYA. Well, from all accounts, I must say this, that most likely Lyubóv Gordéyevna, married to such a man, and living far away from you, will absolutely perish--no doubt of it.