MARTHA. How do you do, Zinaida? Let me congratulate you on your
daughter's birthday.

ZINAIDA. Thank you, my dear; I am delighted to see you. How are
you?

MARTHA. Very well indeed, thank you. [She sits down on the sofa]
Good evening, young people!

The younger guests get up and bow.

FIRST GUEST. [Laughing] Young people indeed! Do you call yourself
an old person?

MARTHA. [Sighing] How can I make any pretense to youth now?

FIRST GUEST. What nonsense! The fact that you are a widow means
nothing. You could beat any pretty girl you chose at a canter.

GABRIEL brings MARTHA some tea.

ZINAIDA. Why do you bring the tea in like that? Go and fetch some
jam to eat with it!

MARTHA. No thank you; none for me, don't trouble yourself. [A
pause.]

FIRST GUEST. [To MARTHA] Did you come through Mushkine on your
way here?