[Re-enter Vetrova, right]
Vet. [Respectfully] Will the lady take a cup of tea in the garden with Catherine and my little granddaughter?
Soph. Gladly. [To Adrian] She must know me.
[Vetrova holds the door open for her]
[Vera's voice without] O, you have come! This way to the garden.
[Vetrova closes the door and crosses to Adrian, who stands motionless, apparently not seeing Vetrova]
Vet. A sweet lady.
Adr. [To himself] The princess!
Vet. Eh, yes, she steps like one. But not so pretty as our Vera.