[The Baron comes dazedly forward, half with a shocked sense of Vera's impropriety, half to relieve her of her burden. She motions him back.]
This is the work of your Holy Russia.
BARON [Harshly]
What is the matter with him?
[David's violin and bow drop from his grasp and fall on the table.]
DAVID
The voice!
[He opens his eyes, stares frenziedly at the Baron, then struggles out of Vera's arms.]
VERA [Trying to stop him]
Dearest——