_Mrs. Lattin_ He cures the body only. _I_ need a soul physician. Oh, Phillip, I believe sometimes my yearning _must_ bring him to me. _Phillip_ My darling, it is your body alone that is ill. Your suffering gives you these strange fancies. _Mrs. Lattin_ You love me too well to understand. (_Sighs._) My illness is not only of the body. Now, leave me, dearest. I wish to see him quite alone. _Phillip_ Little Child, you shall. You can dismiss the nurse. (_Glances at clock._) It is close on six. _Mrs. Lattin_ Kiss me. (_He kisses her softly and goes out._) If only--ah, if only my great yearning.… [_She lies back exhausted. Sighs. Covers her face with her hands. After a moment she uncovers her face and half sits up again. She stares hard at Egyptian picture on the wall._ The fault lies in my soul, and it comes first from there--from Egypt. The river is rising, rising once again. The stars are rising too. They watch me, and they wait. They’re always watching us. O God! If only some one could make me understand! If some great doctor of the soul…! (_Sinks back. Her eyes close. She lies very still._) [_A big clock on the mantelpiece strikes the first three strokes of six o’clock, then stops. The door opens slowly and a man enters quietly. He looks round the room, sees her on the sofa apparently asleep, and stands still, a few feet inside the door. He looks steadily at her a moment, then glances at the picture of Egypt on the wall. He smiles gently. His figure is a little bent, perhaps. He is not a big man with any marked presence. As he smiles, she opens her eyes and sees him. She shows surprise and slight embarrassment. She raises herself on one arm. Her voice is hushed rather when she speaks. He remains near the open door._ I beg your pardon. Is it--Dr. Ogilvie? _Doctor_ I am the Doctor. _Mrs. Lattin_ I must apologise. Did no one----? _Doctor_ I found my way. [_Both pause, gazing._ _Mrs. Lattin_ (_With relief._) Ah! Thank you. [_She makes an unfinished gesture towards a seat. Her eyes remain fixed on his. She smiles faintly._ _Doctor_ You called for me. (_He makes one step nearer._) _Mrs. Lattin_ My husband, I believe, did write. We--expected you. _Doctor_ I am come. _Mrs. Lattin_ It is exceedingly--it is more than kind of you. You are so good. I mean--(_stammers; sinks back upon the cushions, unable to maintain the effort_). I am very ill. _Doctor_ I know. _Mrs. Lattin_ You know! Ah yes--you know. _Doctor_ That is why you called me. That is why I am here now. _Mrs. Lattin_ I can tell you very briefly what---- _Doctor_ It is unnecessary. _Mrs. Lattin_ But---- _Doctor_ I have been watching you. [_He straightens up a little; a new dignity is in him. She gazes intently. She stretches out a hand, then withdraws it, hesitatingly, again._ _Mrs. Lattin_ You mean----? _Doctor_ I knew--that you would send for me. _Mrs. Lattin_