She sits down and at once becomes absorbed in her book. SONIA
sits down at the table and looks through an account book.

SONIA. First, Uncle Vanya, let us write up the accounts. They are
in a dreadful state. Come, begin. You take one and I will take
the other.

VOITSKI. In account with [They sit silently writing.]

MARINA. [Yawning] The sand-man has come.

ASTROFF. How still it is. Their pens scratch, the cricket sings;
it is so warm and comfortable. I hate to go. [The tinkling of
bells is heard.]

ASTROFF. My carriage has come. There now remains but to say
good-bye to you, my friends, and to my table here, and
then--away! [He puts the map into the portfolio.]

MARINA. Don't hurry away; sit a little longer with us.

ASTROFF. Impossible.

VOITSKI. [Writing] And carry forward from the old debt two
seventy-five--

WORKMAN comes in.

WORKMAN. Your carriage is waiting, sir.