But you can't mean to go to Clifton to-night?
Rheinhardt.
If I can get a train!
[Vera meantime has fetched him a 'Bradshaw,' which he puts down on the British Medical Journal.
[Sarcastically.] I was not aware that Miss Carlyon any longer professed an interest in these studies!
[He examines 'Bradshaw'; Vera does not reply, but joins Carlyon down centre.
Carlyon.
[Apart, to Vera.] What made you think he was going himself? He may be only going to write.
Vera.