Vera.
No, no; you are my patient. You mustn't comfort me. You are my sick child.
Enter Rheinhardt.
Rheinhardt.
[At door.] Hut!—Bah! [Running forward and seizing Adene's pulse.] Gott im Himmel! take him in! Take him in! He lies down flat, straight, this moment, just as he is! [To Vera.] No, not you! Here, Nurse! Take him in. [Calling.
Vera.
[As Rheinhardt leads Adene off, after a moment of thought.] Come back to me afterwards, Doctor. I want to speak to you.
[Exeunt Rheinhardt and Adene into the sick-room, the Nurse appearing at Adene's door.
Enter Punkah Boy, and sits in corner r., working punkah.