NIKITA (snivels). God will forgive you, Daddy Peter. I have no cause to complain of you. You've never done me any wrong. You forgive me; maybe I've sinned worse against you. (Weeps.) [PETER goes in whimpering, MATRYONA supporting him. ANISYA. Oh, my poor head! It's not without some reason he's hit on that. (Approaches NIKITA.) Why did you say the money was under the floor? It's not there. NIKITA (does not answer, but cries). I have never had anything bad from him, nothing but good, and what have I gone and done! ANISYA. Enough now! Where's the money? NIKITA (angrily). How should I know? Go and look for it yourself! ANISYA. What's made you so tender? NIKITA. I am sorry for him,--that sorry. How he cried! Oh, dear! ANISYA. Look at him,--seized with pity! He has found some one to pity too! He's been treating you like a dog, and even just now was giving orders to have you turned out of the house. You'd better show me some pity! NIKITA. What are you to be pitied for? ANISYA. If he dies, and the money's been hidden away.... NIKITA. No fear, he'll not hide it.... ANISYA. Oh, Nikita darling! he's sent for his sister, and wants to give it to her. It will be a bad lookout for us. How are we going to live, if he gives her the money? They'll turn me out of the house! You try and manage somehow! You said he went to the shed last night. NIKITA. I saw him coming from there, but where he's shoved it to, who can tell? ANISYA. Oh, my poor head! I'll go and have a look there. [NIKITA steps aside. MATRYONA (comes out of the hut and down the steps of the porch to ANISYA and NIKITA). Don't go anywhere. He's got the money on him. I felt it on a string round his neck. ANISYA. Oh my head, my head! MATRYONA. If you don't keep wide awake now, then you may whistle for it. If his sister comes--then good-bye to it! ANISYA. That's true. She'll come and he'll give it her. What's to be done? Oh, my poor head! MATRYONA. What is to be done? Why, look here; the samovar is boiling, go and make the tea and pour him out a cup, and then (whispers) put in all that's left in the paper. When he's drunk the cup, then just take it. He'll not tell, no fear. ANISYA. Oh! I'm afeared! MATRYONA. Don't be talking now, but look alive, and I'll keep his sister off if need be. Mind, don't make a blunder! Get hold of the money and bring it here, and Nikita will hide it. ANISYA. Oh my head, my head! I don't know how I'm going to.... MATRYONA. Don't talk about it I tell you, do as I bid you. Nikita! NIKITA. What is it? MATRYONA. You stay here--sit down--in case something is wanted. NIKITA (waves his hand). Oh, these women, what won't they be up to? Muddle one up completely. Bother them! I'll really go and fetch out the potatoes. MATRYONA (catches him by the arm). Stay here, I tell you. [NAN enters. ANISYA. Well? NAN. She was down in her daughter's vegetable plot--she's coming. ANISYA. Coming! What shall we do?