ANYA. [Looks into her room; in a gentle voice] My room, my windows, as if I’d never gone away. I’m at home! To-morrow morning I’ll get up and have a run in the garden....Oh, if I could only get to sleep! I didn’t sleep the whole journey, I was so bothered. DUNYASHA. Peter Sergeyevitch came two days ago. ANYA. [Joyfully] Peter! DUNYASHA. He sleeps in the bath-house, he lives there. He said he was afraid he’d be in the way. [Looks at her pocket-watch] I ought to wake him, but Barbara Mihailovna told me not to. “Don’t wake him,” she said. [Enter VARYA, a bunch of keys on her belt.] VARYA. Dunyasha, some coffee, quick. Mother wants some. DUNYASHA. This minute. [Exit.] VARYA. Well, you’ve come, glory be to God. Home again. [Caressing her] My darling is back again! My pretty one is back again! ANYA. I did have an awful time, I tell you. VARYA. I can just imagine it! ANYA. I went away in Holy Week; it was very cold then. Charlotta talked the whole way and would go on performing her tricks. Why did you tie Charlotta on to me? VARYA. You couldn’t go alone, darling, at seventeen! ANYA. We went to Paris; it’s cold there and snowing. I talk French perfectly horribly. My mother lives on the fifth floor. I go to her, and find her there with various Frenchmen, women, an old abbé with a book, and everything in tobacco smoke and with no comfort at all. I suddenly became very sorry for mother--so sorry that I took her head in my arms and hugged her and wouldn’t let her go. Then mother started hugging me and crying.... VARYA. [Weeping] Don’t say any more, don’t say any more.... ANYA. She’s already sold her villa near Mentone; she’s nothing left, nothing. And I haven’t a copeck left either; we only just managed to get here. And mother won’t understand! We had dinner at a station; she asked for all the expensive things, and tipped the waiters one rouble each. And Charlotta too. Yasha wants his share too--it’s too bad. Mother’s got a footman now, Yasha; we’ve brought him here. VARYA. I saw the wretch. ANYA. How’s business? Has the interest been paid? VARYA. Not much chance of that. ANYA. Oh God, oh God... VARYA. The place will be sold in August. ANYA. O God.... LOPAKHIN. [Looks in at the door and moos] Moo!... [Exit.] VARYA. [Through her tears] I’d like to.... [Shakes her fist.] ANYA. [Embraces VARYA, softly] Varya, has he proposed to you? [VARYA shakes head] But he loves you.... Why don’t you make up your minds? Why do you keep on waiting? VARYA. I think that it will all come to nothing. He’s a busy man. I’m not his affair... he pays no attention to me. Bless the man, I don’t want to see him.... But everybody talks about our marriage, everybody congratulates me, and there’s nothing in it at all, it’s all like a dream. [In another tone] You’ve got a brooch like a bee. ANYA. [Sadly] Mother bought it. [Goes into her room, and talks lightly, like a child] In Paris I went up in a balloon!