No, I want to sit out in the air. [She sits again.
Rheinhardt.
Ah, then the thesis is finished: or is it given up?
Vera.
Doctor, don't be angry with me for little things, when there may come great ones. [Shakes his hand.] Just to show that you forgive me this time for telling father. I expect some day you will never forgive me. [Rheinhardt looks curiously at her, and exit. Vera waits motionless for an instant, then rises with a hard laugh.] Well, the sooner the better. [Going across to window back.] Mr. Adene! Mr. Adene!
Adene.
[From inside.] Miss Carlyon! Yes, I am coming at once.
Enter Elizabeth hurriedly from the house.
Elizabeth.
What is it? Why do you call him?