Vera.
It was, a few months ago.
Carlyon.
Do you mean that you think that Rheinhardt can do it?
Vera.
He never operates unless he is almost certain of success. Oh, how wonderful it would be!
Carlyon.
[With fury.] Wonderful! Are you a perfect fool, Vera? [Pause. He continues coldly.] You heard me speak of a telegram to be sent to-night?
Vera.