If people took there opinion of me from you, Vera. No, my song is a very different thing: "Said the tiger to Carlyon as they hunted together: 'Let us kill no more. My hunger is dead and my limbs are weary.' And Carlyon answered the tiger: 'Out of my body I will give thee hunger and strength, for my hunger dies not and my limbs are never tired.' Said the death-snake to Carlyon——"
Vera.
[Rising and putting her arms round his neck and her hands over his month from behind.] That's quite enough! We don't admire your song.
Elizabeth.
Oh, you don't understand.
Carlyon.
It goes on to tell how the cobra had spent all its poison till I gave it of the venom of my heart, and we all went on killing together. Upon my word, it's what they believe of me!
Vera.
It was just a wild angry song of the rebels!