Adr. I must go with the people.
Soph. I have not deceived you in the way you think.
Adr. [Passing her] I must go.
Soph. You will return here?
Adr. This is my home.
Soph. I shall wait for you.
Adr. Farewell! [Exit]
[Sophie stands looking after him. Vasil approaches and kneels before her. She gives him her hand, which he kisses reverently. Curtain]