LOPAKHIN, All right, all right . . . yes, he's right. [Exit.]
ANYA. Has Fiers been sent to the hospital?
YASHA. I gave the order this morning. I suppose they've sent him.
ANYA. [To EPIKHODOV, who crosses the room] Simeon Panteleyevitch, please make inquiries if Fiers has been sent to the hospital.
YASHA. [Offended] I told Egor this morning. What's the use of asking ten times!
EPIKHODOV. The aged Fiers, in my conclusive opinion, isn't worth mending; his forefathers had better have him. I only envy him. [Puts a trunk on a hat-box and squashes it] Well, of course. I thought so! [Exit.]
YASHA. [Grinning] Two-and-twenty troubles.
VARYA. [Behind the door] Has Fiers been taken away to the hospital?
ANYA. Yes.
VARYA. Why didn't they take the letter to the doctor?
ANYA. It'll have to be sent after him. [Exit.]
VARYA. [In the next room] Where's Yasha? Tell him his mother's come and wants to say good-bye to him.
YASHA. [Waving his hand] She'll make me lose all patience!
DUNYASHA has meanwhile been bustling round the luggage; now that YASHA is left alone, she goes up to him.
DUNYASHA. If you only looked at me once, Yasha. You're going away, leaving me behind.
[Weeps and hugs him round the neck.]
YASHA. What's the use of crying ? [Drinks champagne] In six days I'll be again in Paris. To-morrow we get into the express and off we go. I can hardly believe it. Vive la France! It doesn't suit me here, I can't live here . . . it's no good. Well, I've seen the uncivilized world; I have had enough of it. [Drinks champagne] What do you want to cry for? You behave yourself properly, and then you won't cry.
DUNYASHA. [Looks in a small mirror and powders her face] Send me a letter from Paris. You know I loved you, Yasha, so much! I'm a sensitive creature, Yasha.
YASHA. Somebody's coming.
He bustles around the luggage, singing softly. Enter LUBOV ANDREYEVNA, GAEV, ANYA, and CHARLOTTA IVANOVNA.
GAEV. We'd better be off. There's no time left. [Looks at YASHA] Somebody smells of herring!
LUBOV. We needn't get into our carriages for ten minutes. . . . [Looks round the room] Good-bye, dear house, old grandfather. The winter will go, the spring will come, and then you'll exist no more, you'll be pulled down. How much these walls have seen! [Passionately kisses her daughter] My treasure, you're radiant, your eyes flash like two jewels! Are you happy? Very?
ANYA. Very! A new life is beginning, mother!
GAEV. [Gaily] Yes, really, everything's all right now. Before the cherry orchard was sold we all were excited and we suffered, and then, when the question was solved once and for all, we all calmed down, and even became cheerful. I'm a bank official now, and a financier . . . red in the middle; and you, Luba, for some reason or other, look better, there's no doubt about it.
LUBOV Yes. My nerves are better, it's true. [She puts on her coat and hat] I sleep well. Take my luggage out, Yasha. It's time. [To ANYA] My little girl, we'll soon see each other again. . . . I'm off to Paris. I'll live there on the money your grandmother from Yaroslav sent along to buy the estate--bless her!--though it won't last long.
ANYA. You'll come back soon, soon, mother, won't you? I'll get ready, and pass the exam at the Higher School, and then I'll work and help you. We'll read all sorts of books to one another, won't we? [Kisses her mother's hands] We'll read in the autumn evenings; we'll read many books, and a beautiful new world will open up before us. . . [Thoughtfully] You'll come, mother. . . .
LUBOV. I'll come, my darling. [Embraces her.]
