History first.
Carlyon.
Ah well, there isn't any! So even the dialects are more important. Forgive me, Adene! I am far from depreciating your work, but you're like Vera. She thinks the world would stand still if a particular medical treatise were not ready by November, and you—— Ah, I prefer to take things easily! [Goes towards door. To Vera who follows him.] Mr. Adene may have letters to write. You'll ring when he wants to be shown his room. [Adene rises. Exit Carlyon; Vera goes with him to the door.
Vera.
Shall I ring now? Post at six.
Adene.
Not unless you wish to be rid of me. I suppose this is the medical treatise? [Pointing to MS. on table.
Vera.
That is what he meant. It is only a thesis for my degree.
Adene.