Fathers and Sons. Ivan Turgenev

hmm. Everything’s fine. He’ll have a good set of choppers. And you are quite well yourself?

      Fenitchka

      Yes, thank God.

      Bazarov

      Thank God, indeed—

      (To Dunyasha)

      And you?

      (Dunyasha giggles)

      Well, that’s all right. Here’s your gallant fellow.

      (Returning the baby to Fenitchka)

      Fenitchka

      How good he was with you!

      Bazarov

      Children are always good with me.

      (He executes quite a gallant bow. Pavel would be surprised if he saw this.)

      Well, if anything goes wrong—tell me.

      (He returns to Arkady, who has been fidgeting)

      Bazarov

      What’s her name?

      Arkady

      Fenitchka—Fedosya.

      Bazarov

      And her father’s name?

      Arkady

      Nikolaevna.

      Bazarov

      She’s all right.

      Arkady

      She’s all right? But my father?

      Bazarov

      He’s all right, too.

      Arkady

      Well, I don’t think so.

      Bazarov

      You object to the baby?

      Arkady

      Heavens, no. I think he ought to marry her, that’s all.

      Bazarov

      Well, well, well. You still attach significance to marriage; I didn’t expect that of you.

      (They walk off)

      CURTAIN