Vera.
Oh I know, I know. I didn't mean anything you did was horrible.
Carlyon.
[With emotion.] If some chance, some supernatural stroke had done what I did, there would be no horror at the sacrifice, there would be nothing but hymns and thanksgivings. They all prayed to God that this might come to pass! Who dares to blame me because I did the thing they prayed for?
Vera.
[Rising, after a moment's silence.] But how will his going do any harm? Surely it is known already; the others knew it?
Carlyon.
No one but old Selim and I. [With a curious smile.] And afterwards the chief—Koreb.
Vera.