Soph. Mine also. Read this. [Holds an open locket before him]
Orl. [Reads] "The bearer is in my service. Petrizoff." [Softly] Ah,—the tiara?
Adr. O God!
Orl. We release Vasil Vetrova. [To princess, in low tone] When may I see you?
Soph. To-night, at the ball.
Orl. [Bending over her hand] Till then—silence. [To the men] Forward!
A voice. Must we go, Shepherd of Lonz? We have hands as well as they! Must we go?
Adr. Go. The millennium is no lie, and the man who suffers wrong for the eternal right's sake is the man who brings it nearer. Go! And God give you strength to be true to yourselves—to the future—to Him!
[Orloff, soldiers and peasants pass out. Adrian is following when Sophie comes toward him hesitatingly]