Marya: Khelstakov: Why are you so frightened? Khelstakov: Marya: No; I am not frightened. I thought mamma might be here. I am disturbing you in your important business. Marya: Khelstakov: But your eyes are more attractive than important business. Khelstakov: Marya: You are talking in St. Petersburg style. Marya: Khelstakov: May I venture to be so happy as to offer you a chair? But no; you should be offered a throne, not a chair! I offer you my love, which ever since your first glance—— Khelstakov: Marya: Love! I do not understand love! Marya: CONTENTS He kisses her on the shoulder, and, when she rises angrily to go, falls on his knees. At that moment her mother enters. With a show of indignation she orders Marya away. Khelstakov (kneeling at her feet): Madame, you see I burn with love. Khelstakov Anna Andreyevna: But permit me, I do not quite comprehend you. If I am not mistaken, you were making a proposal to my daughter? Anna Andreyevna: Khelstakov: No; I am in love with you.