[_Kleshtch rises and goes into the hall._]
KOSTILYOFF [_to Satine_] See that squeaker--? He ran away--he doesn't
like me!
SATINE. Does anybody like you besides the Devil?
KOSTILYOFF [_laughing_] Oh--you're so quarrelsome! But I like you
all--I understand you all, my unfortunate down-trodden, useless
brethren . . . [_Suddenly, rapidly_] Is Vaska home?