Orl. You may tell that to Petrizoff. He is always kind to beauty.
Vera. [In terror] Am I going to him?
Orl. He will not be far away, I imagine.
Adr. You can not take this child. The paper was not stolen.
Orl. You saw it drop from her scarf.
Adr. Where you put it.
Orl. [In a rage] Your mouth will soon be shut! If I could have had my way this morning your hide wouldn't hold shucks to-night!
[Noise of a carriage at door. Sophie enters in ball dress. She draws back in astonishment at sight of Orloff]
Soph. [Faintly] You here?
Orl. And you?