I can't tell you. I have not done it. I have saved you from him.
[Adene has risen, and stands sternly thinking. Vera is huddled up at his feet, her face hidden in her hands. After a pause, he looks down at her, and changes from stern anger to tenderness.
Adene.
My poor, poor love, let us forget him! [Sitting and raising her.] Just for a little, forget him altogether.
Vera.
[Startled—clutching the letter in her bosom and raising her head.] You have nearly made me forget everything! [Rising, smiling through her tears.] Forget my first business! I can't afford to break down and let myself be comforted, like another woman!
Adene.
Why not? [Tries to detain her.
Voice of Rheinhardt inside the House.
Not back yet? It is quite dark. Bring the lamps. And set the punkah going again.