Carlyon.
[With a full return of his old manner.] Back beyond the frontier! To the Bhojâl Mountains where the rebels went! I will go to the men who know me and hate me, and worship my broken sword!
Vera.
[To Rheinhardt, whispering.] What can it be?
Carlyon.
[Swaying as he stands, his hands to his brow.] If I could only see with this blood in my eyes! [Breaking out with an effort.] This time I come as their friend, with a sword that is not broken.
Enter Adene followed by Nurse from sick-room. Carlyon points at him.
Go, marry your cripple, O you who might have been great! He is fit for a half-bribed murderess and a coward! Great God, how I despise you all! Oh, shall I kill you where you stand, or——
[Reels and clutches the veranda post for support. Rheinhardt, who has watched closely all the time, and looked also at the things on the table, starts forward.