Tell him? Am I mad? And what is more, he must not know that you have watched him. You understand?
Vera.
Oh, yes! [She sits down, dispiritedly.
Rheinhardt.
This diagnosis, you are proud of it, eh? Well, we shall say nothing about it. [Vera nods.] I will speak of his headaches; he will let me treat them. Then I will watch! I will watch!
Vera.
You don't think—there couldn't be any chance of an operation?
Rheinhardt.
Not the faintest! Not the ghost! Operation? Bah! it would be criminal, it would be an assassinate! [With a climax of contempt.] Ugh! it is what Steinmetz would do!