Well, I'll tell you. Once when I was at—— I wish somebody would give me tea! Where's Elizabeth?
Vera.
[To Carlyon, taking possession of the tea-table.] Be patient! [To Adene.] Now you've done us a service. We can never make him talk about himself.
Carlyon.
Well, I won't say where I was, it might implicate people; but there was a poor fellow, a villager, there, called Natthu, who was in the power of a money-lender. You know the sort of man?
Enter Elizabeth, r., with her left hand wrapped, negligently in a handkerchief. She comes first up to the tea-table, and then retires to the back of the room.
Adene.
The worst in the world! I admit occasional murdering may do them good. [Takes tea.
Carlyon.