DAVID
Love! Christian love!
[He unwinds her clinging arms; she sinks prostrate on the floor as he rises.]
For this I gave up my people—darkened the home that sheltered me—there was always a still, small voice at my heart calling me back, but I heeded nothing—only the voice of the butcher's daughter.
[Brokenly]
Let me go home, let me go home.
[He looks lingeringly at Vera's prostrate form, but overcoming the instinct to touch and comfort her, begins tottering with uncertain pauses toward the door leading to the hall.]
BARON [Extending his arms in relief and longing]
And here is your home, Vera!
[He raises her gradually from the floor; she is dazed, but suddenly she becomes conscious of whose arms she is in, and utters a cry of repulsion.]