I gave the Bhojâl Mountains the chance of stopping him first. And if they failed, then I had magic for him!
Vera.
Magic?
Carlyon.
The promise of a chance of life to a man slowly dying. [Tapping the telegram.] I had only to send this, and he was bound to come home.
Vera.
Have you been waiting for him like a beast of prey all this time?
Carlyon.
[With passion.] No, it is he who is waiting for me like a beast of prey. Do you think I have not felt him there all these months? Do you suppose I have not made ready to strike him as he springs?