LOPAKHIN. Well, good-bye, old man. It’s time to go. Here we stand pulling one another’s noses, but life goes its own way all the time. When I work for a long time, and I don’t get tired, then I think more easily, and I think I get to understand why I exist. And there are so many people in Russia, brother, who live for nothing at all. Still, work goes on without that. Leonid Andreyevitch, they say, has accepted a post in a bank; he will get sixty thousand roubles a year.... But he won’t stand it; he’s very lazy. ANYA. [At the door] Mother asks if you will stop them cutting down the orchard until she has gone away. TROFIMOV. Yes, really, you ought to have enough tact not to do that. [Exit.] LOPAKHIN, All right, all right... yes, he’s right. [Exit.] ANYA. Has Fiers been sent to the hospital? YASHA. I gave the order this morning. I suppose they’ve sent him. ANYA. [To EPIKHODOV, who crosses the room] Simeon Panteleyevitch, please make inquiries if Fiers has been sent to the hospital. YASHA. [Offended] I told Egor this morning. What’s the use of asking ten times! EPIKHODOV. The aged Fiers, in my conclusive opinion, isn’t worth mending; his forefathers had better have him. I only envy him. [Puts a trunk on a hat-box and squashes it] Well, of course. I thought so! [Exit.] YASHA. [Grinning] Two-and-twenty troubles. VARYA. [Behind the door] Has Fiers been taken away to the hospital? ANYA. Yes. VARYA. Why didn’t they take the letter to the doctor? ANYA. It’ll have to be sent after him. [Exit.] VARYA. [In the next room] Where’s Yasha? Tell him his mother’s come and wants to say good-bye to him. YASHA. [Waving his hand] She’ll make me lose all patience! [DUNYASHA has meanwhile been bustling round the luggage; now that YASHA is left alone, she goes up to him.] DUNYASHA. If you only looked at me once, Yasha. You’re going away, leaving me behind. [Weeps and hugs him round the neck.] YASHA. What’s the use of crying? [Drinks champagne] In six days I’ll be again in Paris. To-morrow we get into the express and off we go. I can hardly believe it. Vive la France! It doesn’t suit me here, I can’t live here... it’s no good. Well, I’ve seen the uncivilized world; I have had enough of it. [Drinks champagne] What do you want to cry for? You behave yourself properly, and then you won’t cry. DUNYASHA. [Looks in a small mirror and powders her face] Send me a letter from Paris. You know I loved you, Yasha, so much! I’m a sensitive creature, Yasha. YASHA. Somebody’s coming. [He bustles around the luggage, singing softly. Enter LUBOV ANDREYEVNA, GAEV, ANYA, and CHARLOTTA IVANOVNA.] GAEV. We’d better be off. There’s no time left. [Looks at YASHA] Somebody smells of herring!