[Chekhov]
(Irina and Sorin enter. Sorin is in full civil bureaucrat uniform.)
IRINA: With your rheumatism, Pyotr, you'd best stay at home and not go out visiting so much. (To Trigorin:) Who just left? Nina?
TRIGORIN: Yes.
IRINA: Pardon us for interrupting. (She sits down.) I finished packing. I'm exhausted.
TRIGORIN: (reading the inscription on the medallion:) Days and Nights, page 121, lines 11 and 12 . . . (quietly to himself) ... lines 11 and 12 ... (to Irina) Where are my books?
IRINA: In the corner bookcase of Pyotr's study.
TRIGORIN: (to himself) Page 121 . . .
(He exits.)