None.
[Pause. Carlyon gets up and walks a little way, then turns.
Carlyon.
Then why is it not done?
Vera.
It is done—almost all.
Carlyon.
It is? Oh, thank God! I was so tired! I felt this man as a terror hanging over me. I seemed like an old man just now, for the first time. [Pause; he walks again, then looks at her closely.] You are pale. He is not actually dead?
Vera.
No, he is not dead.