SCENE III
The same and VOYNITSKY
VOYNITSKY: There’s a storm coming on. (A flash of lightning.)
I say! Elena and Sonya, go to bed; I’ll take your place here.
SEREBRYAKOV (frightened): No, no, don’t leave me with him! No, he’ll talk my head off.
VOYNITSKY: But they need a rest! They’ve not slept for two nights.
SEREBRYAKOV: Let them go to bed, but you too must go away. Thank you. I implore you to go. In the name of our past friendship, don’t refuse me. We will have a talk some other time.
VOYNITSKY: Our past friendship! . . . This, I must say,
is news to me.
ELENA ANQREYEVNA: Be quiet, George!
SEREBRYAKOV: My dear, don’t leave me with him! He’ll talk my head off.
VOYNITSKY: It is getting ridiculous.
KHROUSCHOV’S VOICE (behind the scenes): They’re in the dining-room? Here? Please attend to my horse!
VOYNITSKY: The doctor has come.
ENTER KHROUSCHOV.