_Salome. Chacho_.
CHACHO. What does all this mean? Am I dreaming or am I still awake?
SALOME. What are you saying about dreams? His sister Champera was here,
and about five minutes later he himself came. They live very near here.
CHACHO. If it was arranged so easily, why have you wrangled and
quarrelled so much?
SALOME [_in a whisper_]. But what do you think, aunt? I have arranged
the affair for 7,000 rubles, and I have had to promise his sister 200
rubles beside.
CHACHO. May I be struck blind! And you have done this without Ossep's
knowing it?
SALOME [_whispering_]. He will not kill me for it, and let him talk as
much as he will. It could not go through otherwise. Get up and let us go
into that room where Ossep will not hear us. [_Helps her to rise_.
CHACHO. O just heaven! What women we have in these days!