Carlyon Sahib: A Drama in Four Acts

by Gilbert Murray

Rheinhardt.

Sir Carlyon coming here? When, does he say? [Selim notices and trembles.

Vera.

[Looking at letter.] As far as I can judge, he might come to-night. [Selim, listening acutely, trembles violently, clutches the poisoned knife which is still lying on the table, and glides off rapidly into the trees.] That is, if he rides from Johilcund, as he says he will.

Rheinhardt.

Ride from Johilcund! Gott in Himmel! Let me look. [Vera gives him the letter.] From Bombay. [Looking at the envelope.] Nineteenth, twentieth. Ah, yes. He ought to get here to-morrow midday.

Vera.

[With constraint.] Has Mr. Adene said anything to you about him?

Rheinhardt.