A voice. No!
Adr. You live by my counsel. I too must live by it. If I shun the fate it brings I can not ask you to believe me again.
[Sophie moves appealingly forward, then back unnoticed]
Orl. I can't oblige you with a flogging,—I am sorry to say,—even to keep you in favor with your converts. Forward! To the line!
Soph. [Stepping out] Release the boy!
Orl. Who are you?
Soph. [Taking off her hat] You know, Count Orloff.
Orl. I salute your highness.
Soph. Release him.
Orl. Again I salute your highness, but my orders are from Petrizoff.