Carlyon Sahib: A Drama in Four Acts

by Gilbert Murray

I learned it when I learned to honour you. I always thought of you—— may I say what I thought?

Carlyon.

Go on?

Vera.

Just what I always felt about the sea. It is so deep, so great, so far beyond everything else, that though all the waste things of the world are cast upon it, it takes no stain from them, it is always pure and strong. I thought you were like that.

Carlyon.

You think in poetry, child. But I believe you know me. What I have to say is this: You must prevent young Adene from going to Bhojâl.

Vera.

But I was glad he was going! And I thought he had convinced you he would succeed.