Adene.
Of course there is great latitude allowed in war, but——
Vera.
[Interrupting.] I know you will do harm! I wish you would wait and think. . . . Wait for six months.
Adene.
Six months!!
Vera.
You are doing evil work there! You are upsetting the work of government. . . . It is all being reformed. You will be killed yourself. . . . I shall never ask anything but this of you: only wait! Wait till you can think it over! [Comes a little to him.
Adene.
[Mastering some impatience.] My dear Miss Carlyon. I have thought it over long ago. You don't suppose I have worked for years towards this scheme and never asked myself whether it was right?