No, he never touched me. I tell you I killed him. Vera, Vera, why do you try to stand against me? You love me more than that cripple, and I hold the lives of both of you in my hand! [Half lifting the knife.
Vera.
Killing us will not help you! And I do not love you more than the truth.
Carlyon.
Truth! Barren truth about past facts that can do no jot or tittle of good to any one! Is it for that you would try to blast my life?
[He puts his hand to his brow, drops the knife, and falls into the chair.
Vera.
[Kneeling beside him, and calling.] Dr. Rheinhardt! Dr. Rheinhardt! Quickly! [To Carlyon.] No, stay where you are!
[Carlyon waits motionless, recovering himself.
Enter Rheinhardt.