Vera.
[Sweeping her other hand across her brow.] I won't say it. I never thought of it myself; it is only your thought drilling itself into my brain!
Carlyon.
You can help Rheinhardt when he operates.
Vera.
They will never let me help.
Carlyon.
Don't you see, if you go to India to nurse him, Rheinhardt will think you are in love with the man?
Vera.