Priest. Is death here?
Adr. Yes, father. [Crosses to right and opens door for priest to enter] You have many visits to make to-night.
Priest. Many, my son. [Stops before Adrian] I have a message for the Shepherd of Lonz.
Adr. [Taking letter] Thank you, father.
Priest. Thank her that sent it, and God who made her heart. [Passes into room, right]
Adr. [After looking over letter] The princess has danced to some purpose, my boy. Vera is free. She will be on her way to Odessa by morning.
Vasil. Free? The princess saved her? My princess! Did she write it? [Taking letter] I will read it with kisses!
Adr. It must be burnt.
Vasil. No, let me keep it—a little while.
Adr. We must be careful. Hush—some one is coming.