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(A brightly lit room, with a big table laid for supper. Around the table bustle waiters in frock-coats. The last figure of a quadrille can be heard. Enter Miss Zmewkin—accoucheuse, thirty years old, in a bright scarlet dress—Mr. Yat, and the Master of Ceremonies. They pass across the stage.)


 * No! No! No!

(following): Be merciful! Be merciful!


 * No! No! No!

(hurrying after them): Please, you mustn’t, you mustn’t! Where are you going? But the grand-chain, silvooplay. (Exeunt. Enter Mrs. Nastasia Jigalov, mother of the bride, and Aplombov, the bridegroom.)


 * Instead of worrying me with all your talk, you’d do better to go and dance!


 * I'm not Spinosa anyhow, to make cracknels of my legs. I'm a man of position and 103