ASTROFF. Tell them to bring my carriage around too, Waffles.

TELEGIN. All right, old man.

ASTROFF and VOITSKI are left behind alone. ASTROFF collects his paints and drawing materials on the table and packs them away in a box.

ASTROFF. Why don't you go to see them off?

VOITSKI. Let them go! I—I can't go out there. I feel too sad. I must go to work on something at once. To work! To work!

He rummages through his papers on the table. A pause. The tinkling of bells is heard as the horses trot away.

ASTROFF. They have gone! The professor, I suppose, is glad to go. He couldn't be tempted back now by a fortune.

MARINA comes in.

MARINA. They have gone. (She sits down in an arm-chair and knits her stocking.)

SONIA comes in wiping her eyes.

SONIA. They have gone. God be with them. (To her uncle) And now, Uncle Vanya, let us do something!

VOITSKI. To work! To work!

SONIA. It is long, long, since you and I have sat together at this table. (She lights a lamp on the table) No ink! (She takes the inkstand to the cupboard and fills it from an ink-bottle) How sad it is to see them go!

MME. VOITSKAYA comes slowly in.

MME. VOITSKAYA. They have gone.

She sits down and at once becomes absorbed in her book. SONIA sits down at the table and looks through an account book.

SONIA. First, Uncle Vanya, let us write up the accounts. They are in a dreadful state. Come, begin. You take one and I will take the other.

VOITSKI. In account with (They sit silently writing.)

MARINA. (Yawning) The sand-man has come.

ASTROFF. How still it is. Their pens scratch, the cricket sings; it is so warm and comfortable. I hate to go. (The tinkling of bells is heard.)

ASTROFF. My carriage has come. There now remains but to say good-bye to you, my friends, and to my table here, and then—away! (He puts the map into the portfolio.)

MARINA. Don't hurry away; sit a little longer with us.

ASTROFF. Impossible.

VOITSKI. (Writing) And carry forward from the old debt two seventy-five—

WORKMAN comes in.

WORKMAN. Your carriage is waiting, sir.

ASTROFF. All right. (He hands the WORKMAN his medicine-case, portfolio, and box) Look out, don't crush the portfolio!

WORKMAN. Very well, sir.

SONIA. When shall we see you again?

ASTROFF. Hardly before next summer. Probably not this winter, though, of course, if anything should happen you will let me know. (He shakes hands with them) Thank you for your kindness, for your hospitality, for everything! (He goes up to MARINA and kisses her head) Good-bye, old nurse!

MARINA. Are you going without your tea?

ASTROFF. I don't want any, nurse.

MARINA. Won't you have a drop of vodka?

ASTROFF. (Hesitatingly) Yes, I might.

MARINA goes out.

ASTROFF. (After a pause) My off-wheeler has gone lame for some reason. I noticed it yesterday when Peter was taking him to water.