I wish I did think they were my soldiers—I might try the lash.
BARONESS [Springing up angrily, shakes parasol at him]
You British barbarian!
VERA [Outside the door leading to the interior]
Yes, thank you, Miss Andrews. I know I have visitors.
BARON [Ecstatically]
Vera's voice!
[The Baroness lowers her parasol. He looks yearningly toward the door. It opens. Enter Vera with inquiring gaze.]
VERA [With a great shock of surprise]
Father!!