LEONÍD. [_He embraces_ LÍZA; _she trembles with pleasure_] Why won't Nádya
love me?

LÍZA. [_Affectedly_] What are you talking about, master! Girls of our sort
must look out for themselves!

LEONÍD. Look out for yourselves how?

LÍZA. [_Looks him in the face and smiles_] Why, everybody knows. What are
you talking like a child for?

LEONÍD. [_Sadly_] What shall I do now? Indeed, I don't know. They all run
away from me.

LÍZA. But don't lose courage; just make love a little bit. Heavens, our
hearts aren't of stone!

LEONÍD. But see here! I asked her: she said she didn't love me.

LÍZA. Well, if you aren't a queer one! Whoever asked girls right out
whether they were in love or not! Even if one of us girls was in love, she
wouldn't say so.

LEONÍD. Why?

LÍZA. Because she's bashful. Only let me go, sir! [_She gets free_] There
goes the old fury!

LEONÍD. Come out here into the garden after supper, when mamma goes to bed.