Carlyon.
You knew I did not wish it.
Vera.
Yes, I am sorry.
Carlyon.
You preferred to disobey me; perhaps you mean to disobey me now? I make no appeal because of my danger; I can defend myself without you—or even against you. [Sits on settee.
Vera.
[Passionately, on her knees to him.] How could I ever be against you? If anything happens I will die with you!
Carlyon.