[Vera darts between them with a shriek.]
DAVID [Frozen again, surveying the pistol stonily]
Ha! You want my life, too. Is the cry not yet loud enough?
BARON
The cry?
DAVID [Mystically]
Can you not hear it? The voice of the blood of my brothers crying out against you from the ground? Oh, how can you bear not to turn that pistol against yourself and execute upon yourself the justice which Russia denies you?
BARON
Tush!
[Pocketing the pistol a little shamefacedly.]