[Who has not been listening to her—pacing the room again.] Yes, that is evidently the plan. It is as simple as daylight. Poor fellow, he had the makings of a fine man.
Vera.
Oh, don't pity him. I can't do it if you pity him.
Carlyon.
You're not going to give him his disease!
Vera.
No, but to tell him——
Carlyon.
You'll have to tell your patients things.