Vera. A fine gentleman, all covered with gold lace.
Kore. And he gave you a piece to weep over when you are only poor little madam Korelenko?
Vera. A very great man—General Petrizoff!
Kore. [Starting furiously] Has that—has he looked at you? [Walks from her]
Vera. [Imploring] Sasha!
Kore. [Turning back to her] My little one! I'm a jealous fool! He will not hunt out you, poor little you. [Holds her to him, and shakes a clenched fist behind her back. Adrian enters by street door and goes up to Korelenko]
Adrian. You would hold love in your heart and hate in your hand, Alexander?
Vera. [Freeing herself] O, Adrian! [Takes his hat and stick] You are tired. I will bring you some tea.
Adr. No, little sister. Lay the table in the garden. It makes one hungry to walk from Petoff.
Vera. So far! Sit down, you bad little brother! [Leads him, to the large chair, and goes toward kitchen] In three minutes! [Listens at door and says softly] Uliana is gone. [Exit]