ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Not asked, indeed! Why, I am asking you! He told me yesterday that the Gospels say, "Give to him that asketh of thee." But then in what sense is that meant? PRIEST. In its plain sense, I suppose. ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. And I think not in the plain sense; we have always been taught that everybody's position is appointed by God. PRIEST. Of course, but yet ... ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Oh, yes. It's just as I was told; you take his side, and that is wrong! I say so straight out. If some young school teacher, or some young lad, lickspittles to him, it's bad enough--but you, in your position, should remember the responsibility that rests on you. PRIEST. I try to ... ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. What sort of religion is it, when he does not go to church, and does not believe in the sacraments? And instead of bringing him to his senses, you read Renan with him, and interpret the Gospels in a way of your own. PRIEST [excitedly] I cannot answer. I am, in fact, upset, and will hold my tongue. ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Oh! If only I were your Bishop; I'd teach you to read Renan and smoke cigarettes. PETER SEMYÓNOVICH. _Mais cessez, au nom du ciel. De quel droit?_[14] [14] But do stop, for heaven's sake. What right have you? ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Please don't teach me. I am sure the Reverend Father is not angry with me. What if I have spoken plainly. It would have been worse had I bottled up my anger. Isn't that so? PRIEST. Forgive me if I have not expressed myself as I should. [Uncomfortable pause]. Enter Lyúba and Lisa. Lyúba, Mary Ivánovna's daughter, is a handsome energetic girl of twenty. Lisa, Alexándra Ivánovna's daughter, is a little older. Both have kerchiefs on their heads, and are carrying baskets, to go gathering mushrooms. They greet Alexándra Ivánovna, Peter Semyónovich, and the priest. LYÚBA. Where is Mamma? ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Just gone to the baby. PETER SEMYÓNOVICH. Now mind you bring back plenty of mushrooms. A little village girl brought some lovely white ones this morning. I'd go with you myself, but it's too hot. LISA. Do come, Papa! ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Yes, go, for you are getting too fat. PETER SEMYÓNOVICH. Well, perhaps I will, but I must first fetch some cigarettes. [Exit]. ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Where are all the young ones? LYÚBA. Styópa is cycling to the station, the tutor has gone to town with papa. The little ones are playing croquet, and Ványa is out there in the porch, playing with the dogs. ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Well, has Styópa decided on anything? LYÚBA. Yes. He has gone himself to hand in his application to enter the Horse-Guards. He was horribly rude to papa yesterday. ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Of course, it's hard on him too.... _Il n'y a pas de patience qui tienne._[15] The young man must begin to live, and he is told to go and plough! [15] There are limits to human endurance. LYÚBA. That's not what papa told him; he said ...