Orl. Pardon me, your highness. You invited me into your carriage a few hours ago. I beg to return the courtesy.
Soph. Let me pass!
Orl. You will leave here only under my escort.
Soph. I know where I shall die then.
Orl. You have cost me one prisoner.
Soph. What proof have you?
Orl. None—yet. But I know it.
Soph. O wonderful sagacity!
Orl. And I shall lay my reasons before Petrizoff.
Soph. I suppose you believe, too, that I would rescue the Shepherd of Lonz?