_The same and MÍTYA_
MÍTYA. [_Turning towards the crowd_] What's all this noise?
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Here, I'll marry her to Mítya!
MÍTYA. What, sir?
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Silence! Yes--I'll marry her to Mítya--to-morrow! And I'll
give her such a wedding as you never saw! I'll get musicians from Moscow!
I'll ride alone in four coaches!
KÓRSHUNOV. We'll see, we'll see! You'll come to ask my pardon, you will!
[_Goes out_.