You don't say! Grown up!
And how are they—how are they—a—a?
ARTEMY.
You mean that you deign to ask what their names are?
KHLESTAKOV.
Yes, yes, what are their names?
ARTEMY.
Nikolay, Ivan, Yelizaveta, Marya and Perepetuya.
KHLESTAKOV.
Good.
ARTEMY.
I don't venture to disturb you any longer with my presence and rob you of your time dedicated to the performance of your sacred duties—-[Bows and makes to go.]
KHLESTAKOV [escorting him].
Not at all.
What you told me is all very funny.
Call again, please.
I like that sort of thing very much. [Turns back and reopens the door, calling.] I say, there! What is your——I keep forgetting. What is your first name and your patronymic?
ARTEMY.
Artemy Filippovich.
KHLESTAKOV.
Do me a favor, Artemy Filippovich. A curious accident happened to me on the road. I've run entirely out of cash.
Have you four hundred rubles to lend me?
ARTEMY.
I have.
KHLESTAKOV.
That comes in pat.
Thank you very much.
SCENE VII
Khlestakov, Bobchinsky, and Dobchinsky.
BOBCHINSKY.
I have the honor to present myself—a resident of this town, Piotr, son of Ivan Bobchinsky.
DOBCHINSKY.
I am Piotr, son of Ivan Dobchinsky, a squire.
KHLESTAKOV.
Oh, yes, I've met you before.
I believe you fell?
How's your nose?
BOBCHINSKY.
It's all right. Please don't trouble. It's dried up, dried up completely.
KHLESTAKOV.
That's nice.
I'm glad it's dried up. [Suddenly and abruptly.] Have you any money?
DOBCHINSKY.
Money? How's that—money?
KHLESTAKOV.
A thousand rubles to lend me.
BOBCHINSKY.
Not so much as that, honest to God I haven't.
Have you, Piotr Ivanovich?
DOBCHINSKY.