Carlyon.
Conscience? I don't know what it means. I tell you I have seldom, very seldom, broken through what people call justice. But when I did—where other men would flinch and prevaricate, I lied and swore false oaths. Where they would connive at wrong occurring, I did the wrong with my own hands, and cleared away the evidence of it. My own people in Bhojâl knew me; they told in their songs how I could give the tiger fresh hunger and the cobra poison; but they said too, "Best to be in the hand of God, next best in the hand of Kalŷona Sahib."
Vera.
Yes, yes. I am bewildered, but I can see some great right and truth coming out through it all. You saved your own people and all Rajpoor. One man had gone mad with fear—— [She is going over it, to convince herself.
Carlyon.
[With swift contempt.] Do you think mere danger made me poison the Bhojâli waters?
Vera.
You told me how it was. Any one who knew all would forgive you!
Carlyon.