[Coming forward impulsively.] Vera, it gives me fresh life to see your face! [Kisses her, then throws himself into the chair. She stands helpless, having stifled her first impulse to run forward and greet him.] Great Heavens, how tired I am! I have ridden fifty miles since midday. [Throwing himself back and stretching his arms out.] Ah, I suppose I should not have thought much of it once!
Vera.
[Constrainedly.] Why have you come?
Carlyon.
I thought your heart might fail you. You were all alone.
Vera.
You thought I had been long?
Carlyon.
I was anxious at not hearing from you. I knew it was a heavy burden for you, and I came to help. Did you need help?
Vera.