Six months? [Rheinhardt assents.] Then I must start at once. I can do most of it! [Coming across to Vera.] Thank you. Miss Carlyon, for letting me know. Forgive me for what I said—what I tried to say. I did not, of course, know how painful it was. I shall always—I am privileged now, am I not?—I shall always love and honour you, and be grateful for the anxiety you showed to save me from what you thought a danger. But I shall be happier when I get to work.
Vera.
But you won't go? You won't go! Is it all for nothing?
Adene.
Will work hurt me, Rheinhardt?
Rheinhardt.
Far better work than not—if you can.
Adene.
Oh, I can, sure enough. Miss Carlyon, may I——