Carlyon.
You do not like to speak of it? Never mind.—Vera, you have been a good and brave daughter to me. You have given me rest, the first time in my life I have ever needed it.
Vera.
There is no rest for you here.
[She stands leaning backward slightly against the wall, and speaks with effort, throwing the lamplight full on his face.
Carlyon.
What do you mean? [Putting up his hand.] Turn off that light from my eyes!
Vera.
You must face more light than this. I have not helped you. There is no rest for you here, no rest anywhere that I know of.
Carlyon.