My darling! Gently, gently! Do not excite yourself. Lie still and sleep, if you can, again. He has given you something? Later, you shall tell me---- _Mrs. Lattin_ Ah, your great patient strength! It is too wonderful. And to think that my weakness helped, my selfish----! [_Sits up and peers closely at him, shading her eyes with one hand._ _Phillip_ (_Anxious, puzzled._) The lamp is in your eyes. I’ll move it. Do not stir. There, is that better? _Mrs. Lattin_ Thank you, but I do not mind the light. I mind nothing. Thank you (_the name comes back suddenly_), Phillip. Ah, it _is_ Phillip! I know you again--as you are--to-day! [_Passes hand over forehead. Sighs and leans back. But face happy and at peace._ _Phillip_ Mary! _Mrs. Lattin_ Not Mary: Little Child. _Phillip_ My--Little Child. (_Doubting and perplexed._) _Mrs. Lattin_ Phillip, dear heart, I’ve seen--I’ve seen my past--with you. _Phillip_ (_Soothingly._) Yes, yes. When you’re more rested you shall tell me everything. Your dreams---- _Mrs. Lattin_ I must speak now. I’ve seen _our_ past. _Phillip_ (_Bewildered._) Tell me, then, dearest, tell me. Then you must lie still---- _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Firmly._) Life! _Phillip_ (_Impressed._) Life! _Mrs. Lattin_ I have recovered. I love you more--but differently. I can forgive myself at last. _Phillip_ Recovery! Forgiveness! I do not understand. _Mrs. Lattin_ You have not _seen_. I understand for both of us. _Phillip_ You have had dreams that troubled you. I implore you, dearest---- _Mrs. Lattin_ Look in my face. There is no trouble there--but only joy and life. _Phillip_ Yes, yes, but--my darling, what _can_ you mean? _Mrs. Lattin_ He came--and went. _Phillip_ And left one word behind him only----? _Mrs. Lattin_ One word--Life. _Phillip_ (_Almost convinced._) Then----? _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Radiant, rising from couch._) I shall go back with you. _Phillip_ To Egypt! _Mrs. Lattin_ I shall never delay or thwart again. Ah, so many times I have--by my selfish love--(_breaks off_). Your work _is_ a mission--always. It is your soul’s career. I understand at last. _Phillip_ Hush, hush, Little Child! You say wild things. I could never hear of it. I know your dread, your shrinking fear of Egypt. It would make you ill again. All the doctors agreed---- _Mrs. Lattin_ I have _no_ dread! My shrinking was--a memory. It was instinctive--a cowardice that shirked sweet expiation--_there_, where it is due. (_In spite of him, she rises to her feet. Vigorous._) I am well again. I shall go back with you. Your work--_my_ work--lies out there--in Egypt. Oh, Phillip, be glad with me, for I am forgiven, I am healed! _Phillip_ (_Stirred._) Dear heart! Your soul is too grand for this frail, precious body. You injure yourself. Such sacrifice from you I could never, never---- [_Breaks off, as he notes the radiant expression in her face. They stand close together beneath the picture._ _Mrs. Lattin_