I must, Katia. When mamma sends me, how can I not go?

KATERINA.
Well, take me with you, do take me!

KABANOV (_freeing himself from her embrace_).
But it's impossible!

KATERINA.
Oh, why, Tisha, impossible?

KABANOV.
Much fun there would be in going with you! You've worried me out of my
life here between you! No sooner have I a hope of escaping than you want
to fasten yourself upon me.

KATERINA.
Why, can it be that you are tired of me?

KABANOV.
No, I'm not tired of you; but to get out of this slavery a man would run
away from the loveliest woman in the world! Just consider for a minute; I
may not be good for much; but I'm a man anyway; and living all my life as
you see, one's glad to run away from one's wife even. Why, when I think
now, that for two whole weeks there'll be no storm hanging over me, no
fetters on my legs,--do you suppose I can think of my wife?

KATERINA.
How can I care for you, when you say things like that?