GREGORY (looks at himself in the glass and arranges his hair, etc.). I am sorry about those moustaches of mine! "Moustaches are not becoming to a footman," she says! And why? Why, so that any one might see you're a footman,--else my looks might put her darling son to shame. He's a likely one! There's not much fear of his coming anywhere near me, moustaches or no moustaches! (Smiling into the glass.) And what a lot of 'em swarm round me. And yet I don't care for any of them as much as for that Tanya. And she only a lady's-maid! Ah well, she's nicer than any young lady. (Smiles.) She's a duck! (Listening.) Ah, here she comes. (Smiles.) Yes, that's her, clattering with her little heels. Oh! [Enter TANYA, carrying a cloak and boots. GREGORY. My respects to you, Tatyana Markovna. TANYA. What are you always looking in the glass for? Do you think yourself so good-looking? GREGORY. Well, and are my looks not agreeable? TANYA. So, so; neither agreeable nor disagreeable, but just betwixt and between! Why are all those cloaks hanging there? GREGORY. I am just going to put them away, your lady-ship! (Takes down a fur cloak and, wrapping it round her, embraces her.) I say, Tanya, I'll tell you something.... TANYA. Oh, get away, do! What do you mean by it? (Pulls herself angrily away.) Leave me alone, I tell you! GREGORY (looks cautiously around). Then give me a kiss! TANYA. Now, really, what are you bothering for? I'll give you such a kiss! [Raises her hand to strike. VASILY LEONIDITCH (off the scene, rings and then shouts). Gregory! TANYA. There now, go! Vasily Leoniditch is calling you. GREGORY. He'll wait! He's only just opened his eyes! I say, why don't you love me? TANYA. What sort of loving have you imagined now? I don't love anybody. GREGORY. That's a fib. You love Simon! You have found a nice one to love--a common, dirty-pawed peasant, a butler's assistant! TANYA. Never mind; such as he is, you are jealous of him! VASILY LEONIDITCH (off the scene). Gregory! GREGORY. All in good time.... Jealous indeed! Of what? Why, you have only just begun to get licked into shape, and who are you tying yourself up with? Now, wouldn't it be altogether a different matter if you loved me?.... I say, Tanya.... TANYA (angrily and severely). You'll get nothing from me, I tell you! VASILY LEONIDITCH (off the scene). Gregory! GREGORY. You're mighty particular, ain't you? VASILY LEONIDITCH (off the scene, shouts persistently, monotonously, and with all his might) Gregory! Greg--ory! Gregory! [TANYA and GREGORY laugh. GREGORY. You should have seen the girls that have been sweet on me. [Bell rings. TANYA. Well then, go to them, and leave me alone! GREGORY. You are a silly, now I think of it. I'm not Simon! TANYA. Simon means marriage, and not tomfoolery! [Enter PORTER, carrying a large cardboard box. PORTER. Good morning! GREGORY. Good morning! Where are you from?