(Medvedenko enters. He watches until Masha leaves.)
MED.: Excuse me. I'm interrupting.
TREPLEV: No, you're fine.
(Trigorin appears in the doorway.)
TRIGORIN: I'm looking for one of my books.
(Trigorin will start looking for his book. He'll take books off the shelf and turn to the page, looking for the right one.)
TRIGORIN: I won't be long. Don't mind me.
(Medvedenko cautiously moves into the room. Treplev takes him aside, and they speak quietly as Trigorin continues his search.)
TREPLEV: I'm sorry, Semyou.
MED.: It is not your fault.
TREPLEV: Maybe you should follow her.
MED.: No. She wouldn't like that.
TREPLEV: Perhaps you're wrong. If you showed her-- . . .
MED.: She knows how I feel.
TREPLEV: Whatever you think best. I hope you know that I have no intentions-- . . .
MED.: Of course.
TREPLEV: And I think she does care for you.
MED.: I know. She finally agreed to marry me.
TREPLEV: See there! Congratulations.
MED.: I think she just said it to shut me up.
TREPLEV: You need to show her more confidence.
MED.: Yes, I've heard that.
TREPLEV: Don't give up so easily.
MED.: She knows how you feel?
TREPLEV: Of course. She knows I will never love her.
MED.: Thank you.
TREPLEV: I can only do what's in my heart.
MED.: I know.
TREPLEV: Come, let's find the others.
(He takes Medvedenko's arm, and they leave to the dining room.)