NATALYA STEPANOVNA. No, it was you!

CHUBUKOV. I tell you it's not my fault. [LOMOV appears at the door]
Now you talk to him yourself [Exit.]

[LOMOV enters, exhausted.]

LOMOV. My heart's palpitating awfully. ... My foot's gone to sleep. ...
There's something keeps pulling in my side.

NATALYA STEPANOVNA. Forgive us, Ivan Vassilevitch, we were all a
little heated. ... I remember now: Oxen Meadows really are yours.

LOMOV. My heart's beating awfully. ... My Meadows. ... My eyebrows
are both twitching. ...

NATALYA STEPANOVNA. The Meadows are yours, yes, yours. ... Do sit
down. ... [They sit] We were wrong. ...

LOMOV. I did it on principle. ... My land is worth little to me,
but the principle ...

NATALYA STEPANOVNA. Yes, the principle, just so. ... Now let's talk
of something else.

LOMOV. The more so as I have evidence. My aunt's grandmother gave
the land to your father's grandfather's peasants ...

NATALYA STEPANOVNA. Yes, yes, let that pass. ... [Aside] I wish I
knew how to get him started. ... [Aloud] Are you going to start