I will not telegraph. What can I promise him? "Come back and let me see if it will kill you to cut out a big bit out of your head!" I will go and find him.
Vera.
[With a sheet of paper on which she has just been writing.] Look, Dr. Rheinhardt, this is the right address.
[Gives it him. Carlyon frowns, with some surprise; Rheinhardt hesitates, then takes it ungraciously.
Carlyon.
I advise you to telegraph all the same. The climate of India will be very unfavourable for his recovery.
Rheinhardt.
Climate? Bah! it has a hundred climates. I shall start to-morrow if there is a steamer. Good-night!
Carlyon.
But you will have to wait three hours for a train.