By telling him. CARLYON. And he'll spend the rest of his life in getting doctored; yes. At any rate he isn't likely to go travelling in Bhojal. I should think he was a brave man too. VERA. He won't be brave any more! Dr. Rheinhardt has told me all about it--it crushes a man, breaks his nerve, takes away all his spirit. CARLYON. [_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. VERA. If there was any hope of curing him---- CARLYON. So there is! There _must_ be--_some_ hope, unless you send him off to Bhojal in ignorance. Then I agree there is none. [VERA _looks at him with suspicion_.] It happens to be dangerous to me, certainly, but that doesn't make it prudent for him. VERA. Father, don't try to make little of it. I will do what you ask; but I must do it by breaking his spirit. I shall tell him suddenly, brutally--so as to crush him once for all. Oh, how I shall loathe myself! [_After a pause._] Only the last few months of his life! CARLYON. [_Coming up to her._] There speaks my brave girl again! What could he do with that crippled life? And think of the long years that lie before me--and you with me. [_He turns and walks a little way up the garden._ VERA. If it were any one but you! _Re-enter_ RHEINHARDT _down the steps; he sees_ VERA _but not_ CARLYON. RHEINHARDT. You were quite right, quite right! You have seen at a glance what it would take weeks and weeks--Of course it was just a piece of luck; it was not any skill--you have none. [_To_ CARLYON.] Ah, I did not see you! I was talking of your daughter's work. CARLYON. [_Coming down to_ RHEINHARDT.] Ah, Dr. Rheinhardt, I know the sad piece of work you are referring to. Is there no hope? RHEINHARDT. [_To_ VERA.] Did you speak hereof to another person? VERA. Only my father, Dr. Rheinhardt. RHEINHARDT. "Only"! "Only"! And you wish to be a doctor! CARLYON. Come, Doctor, you mustn't be hard upon her. I extorted the facts. RHEINHARDT. A professional secret cannot be extorted! Miss Carlyon has only one apology: she is not yet even in name a physician, and has time to reflect before she attempts it to become. CARLYON. Well, I will leave her to be scolded alone. It is worse before witnesses! Unless you would care to say anything to me? RHEINHARDT. That is not my affair. [_Exit_ CARLYON, _with a sort of stern, humorous defiance_, L.] So it was an extortion, eh? A compulsion? VERA. Yes. RHEINHARDT. And now you are sorry for what you have done? eh? and you pray forgiveness, and you will never do it again? VERA. No, I had to. I would always do the same. RHEINHARDT.