Adr. Prince Travinski gave me his word this morning——
Orl. Travinski! It was this morning that he sent to Petrizoff asking him to warm up Lonz a little and be quick about it.
Adr. This morning?
Orf. You see, my friend, your word won't pass in the army. And you can't blame Travinski for wanting to take things in time here after all his bother about Petoff. [Loudly] Peter Vetrova!
Adr. [Pushing Vetrova forward] One blow would kill this old man. Have you a warrant for murder?
Orl. Let him go. Death will take care of him. [Laughs]
[Adrian draws Vetrova back]
Orl. Vasil Vetrova!
[Vasil steps out, his face white, his eyes blazing]
A voice. Adrian Lavrov, do you still say submit?