Carlyon.
Vera take my hands—[She does so.]—look me in the face. My cause was worth a war, and I made it. It claimed Koreb and Selim, and I sacrificed them. Am I now to prolong the life of one dying man that all the sacrifices of the past may be wasted? Do you see?
Vera.
Yes, I am stronger now. I don't care about the past. I will do what you bid me.
Carlyon.
Well, the first thing is to telegraph—[He makes a slight pause: then deliberately]—so that he shall come to England and miss Rheinhardt.
[Throughout this scene Carlyon has fixed his eyes on Vera, controlling her with them, except for sudden outbreaks. Her manner gradually becomes submissive and dazed, as if she were answering each question in answer to the outside stimulus, without fully understanding what she said.
Vera.
Yes.