(_Inflexibly._) It is no sacrifice. It is love, love, love! _Phillip_ (_Tenderly._) That deep love I never doubted. But--the ingrained dread, the fear, the shrinking that have undermined your willing strength. How can you----? _Mrs. Lattin_ They are gone for ever. Phillip, how often must I tell you? I am healed. I go back with you. We go together. Our life is there, in Egypt. _Phillip_ (_Almost convinced._) I feel some great new reality in you. You are most wonderfully changed. Some star of life is rising over us--again. (_He gazes into her radiant face with a touch of respect and wonder._) If--if---- _Mrs. Lattin_ You must at once withdraw your resignation. There is no “too late”! (_Laughs a little._) You promise me! [_Amazement in him gives place to dawning belief at last. Yet he still hesitates._ _Phillip_ I will see the doctor myself. I promise that if he---- _Mrs. Lattin_ _You_ cannot. _Phillip_ Cannot! (_Awe._) You mean--you have had a vision? _Mrs. Lattin_ He has--gone. _Phillip_ (_Convinced._) It _was_ a vision…? [_She turns slowly and looks up at the picture on the wall above them. He turns with her. He is speechless. He holds her very close. They stare together at the palms, the river, the stars, the temples._ _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Softly._) Egypt--where I first delayed and thwarted him, loving him for myself alone--Egypt, beneath your risen stars, beside your rising river--I _shall undo--at last_. [_A new expression steals into his face. He gazes at the picture with her. He holds her still closer to him._ _Phillip_ (_Moved and wondering._) Little Child! It is very strange. Almost, it seems, some dream, some memory of long, long ago stirs in me. [_A slight pause, as they gaze side by side at the picture._ (_With effort._) It is beyond me somewhere, but there is great beauty--that deep, unearthly Egyptian beauty in it. (_Lowers voice._) Those palms are rustling, those stars seem to move, the Nile flows down towards the sea. Perhaps.… The Tear of Isis falls.… _Mrs. Lattin_ Listen … yes…! _Phillip_ (_Turns to her._) Something about you, something new and--and familiar almost--steals upon me. I half believe.… _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Whispering._) Phillip, my faithful one, I heard another name as you said that. I heard an ancient name--was it Menophis? _Phillip_ (_Hushed voice._) _I_ thought a name came to me too. It floated past--Nefertiti. It must have been the beating of your heart against my own. [_They stand motionless, gazing, listening._ _Mrs. Lattin_ Dear, ancient names. How sweet they sound! _Phillip_ (_Smiling._) I think we are bewitched! _Mrs. Lattin_ Egypt! (_Pause. Adds softly._) I understand--at last. [_He draws her head back and looks tenderly into her eyes._ _Phillip_ All but one thing. _Mrs. Lattin_ Which is----? _Phillip_ That what you call delay has helped and taught me. _Mrs. Lattin_