BARON [With a last agonized cry of resistance]
Halt!
VERA [Turning, makes mock military salute]
Yes, papasha.
BARON [Overcome by her roguish smile]
You—I—he—do you love this J—this David so much?
VERA [Suddenly tragic]
It would kill me to give him up.
[Resuming smile]
But don't let us talk of funerals on this happy day of sunshine and reunion.