Ah! The medical journals! My case, of course--its peculiar--er--its hopelessness. _Doctor_ There are no hopeless cases. (_He smiles. His voice is very gentle._) _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Bewildered._) You are very ki--good. I thank you, already. _Doctor_ (_Shaking his head quietly._) And you already--I see--are on the way to your recovery. _Mrs. Lattin_ Recovery! _Doctor_ Since you realise that you are very ill. _Mrs. Lattin_ Oh--in that sense. _Doctor_ In every sense. [_She is more and more aware of something unusual in him. She keeps her gaze steadily on his face. She makes a gesture towards him, then hesitates. She seems on the point of saying more--speaking more freely._ _Mrs. Lattin_ I think--there must be a mistake somewhere. I don’t quite understand how you---- _Doctor_ There are no mistakes. _Mrs. Lattin_ But you are sure it is _me_ you have come to see? _Doctor_ It is you. _Mrs. Lattin_ Mrs. Lattin? [_He bows his head._ In this street and house--13 Bristol Square? _Doctor_ This street, this square (_moves nearer and puts his hand upon her head_), this very house you occupy--for the moment. [_She stares at him. They smile. She is aware of another meaning in his words. A touch of awe shows in her manner._ _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Low._) This--body? _Doctor_ Which, for the moment, _you_--are occupying, Little Child. _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Awed._) You know that name! My husband’s secret name! _Doctor_ It is--_your_ name. [_He moves back a step so that she can see the picture. One hand he stretches towards her as in blessing. Her eyes turn from the Egyptian night-scene to his face again._ _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Softly, to herself._) My little secret love-name. It is too marvellous--this. I am completely at a loss to--(_breaks off, as he looks down and smiles at her_). _Doctor_ Love names truly always. _Mrs. Lattin_ He … has … always … called me so. _Doctor_ He has loved you truly--always. _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Sitting up._) But you know everything in the world! Who are you--really? (_Awe increases in her._) _Doctor_ I am the Doctor. _Mrs. Lattin_ Doctor! The greatest calling in world! A doctor’s powers---- _Doctor_ Are, by rights, divine. _Mrs. Lattin_ Life or death---- _Doctor_ Life _and_ death. _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Hushed._) But--you are more than doctor; you are also--Priest. _Doctor_ I am at your service. _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Light breaking on her face. She stretches out a hand to him. He takes it._) To heal me. I feel great power pouring from you--into me. It is like wind and fire. _Doctor_ Life is a wind and fire. It is life you feel. Your claim is great, because of your great wish, your true desire. You deserve. And I have come. _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Puzzled._) Deserve! My great desire! My claim…! _Doctor_ Your sickness is not of the heart, but of the soul. Your desire was prayer. _Mrs. Lattin_ You have read my heart. _Doctor_ Little Child, it is in your eyes.