[Chekhov]
TREPLEV: Darling!
NINA: Am I late?
TREPLEV: Of course not.
NINA: I've been a nervous wreck all day, worrying that father wouldn't let me come. He finally went for a ride with my stepmother, and I raced the horse as fast as I could to get here. Look, the sky's getting red and the moon will be rising soon . . . and I'm so happy.
SORIN: You look like you've been crying. (He comforts her.)
NINA: I was so afraid I'd be late. Can we hurry? I only have half an hour. Please don't try to keep me longer - father doesn't know I came.
TREPLEV: I'll go call everybody so we can start.
SORIN: I'll do it. (He starts out, singing "The Two Genadiers".) I was singing that once at work and a colleague told me I had a very strong voice - but an offensive one!
(Sorin exits).
TREPLEV: At last we're alone.