It was called peace, but we all knew what was coming. War would have been better. A frank declaration of war was the one thing wanted; but—[watching her keenly]—of course it was my duty to avoid war as long as possible.
Vera.
[Simply.] Of course.
[Carlyon seems about to speak angrily, but changes his mind.
Carlyon.
I sent to Government for advice and Government advised—our waiting patiently to have our throats cut.
Vera.
[Shuddering.] Poor father, what did you do?
Carlyon.
[Darkly.] You remember the little hospital I had there?