[Interrupting and laying letters on table in front of Rheinhardt.] Post!
Rheinhardt.
[Taking the letters, while Adene sits up and looks at them.] No, you do not open your letters yet!
Adene.
Goodness knows I don't want to; unless there is one from my sister——
Rheinhardt.
[Reading the addresses.] "An den Herrn Professor Rheinhardt, M.D., Ph.D." "Dr. Rheinhardt." [Stopping and looking again.] Ach! no. "Miss Rheinhardt." It is for my assistant. [To Selim.] Here; for the Mem-sahib!
Adene.
That is Carlyon's handwriting! [Rises.
[Selim, who has just reached the door, turns suddenly and drops the letter with signs of fear. Adene crosses towards him.