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THE SAME AND ELENA ANDREYEVNA

ELENA ANDREYEVNA: There’s simply no place to sit in. The two Orlovskys and George are lounging about all over the house, and whatever room I go into, they’re there. It’s simply exasperating. What do they want here? Why don’t they go somewhere else?

JULIE (through tears): How do you do, Elena Andreyevna?

(About to kiss her.)

ELENA ANDREYEVNA: How do you do, Julie dear? Forgive me, I don’t like continual kissing. Sonya, what’s your father doing? (A pause.) Sonya, why don’t you answer me? Iask you: what’s your father doing? (A pause.) Sonya, why don’t you answer me?

SONYA: You want to know? Come here… (Taking her aside) Well, I’ll tell you… My heart feels too pure to-day to allow me to talk to you and go on dissembling. Here, take this! (Handing her a letter.) I found it in the garden. Julie, come, let’s go!

[Goes out with JULIE by the left door.