[He goes out, closing the door. Zelima sews for a moment; then rises, puts away her needle and spreads out the garment, surveying it.
From the right Turandot enters, splendidly arrayed.
She runs impetuously to Zelima and embraces her]
TURANDOT
Zelima! Zelima!
Little Zelima!
ZELIMA
[Affectionately]
My lady!
TURANDOT