[To Vera]
You see there's lemon for you—as in Russia.
[Exit to kitchen—a moment afterwards the merry music stops in the middle of a bar.]
VERA
Thank you.
[Taking a cup.]
Do you like lemon, Mr. Davenport?
QUINCY [Flirtatiously]
That depends. The last I had was in Russia itself—from the fair hands of your mother, the Baroness.
VERA [Pained]