_Mrs. Lattin_ And you know my very soul. _Doctor_ Little Child, I am come to heal it. _Mrs. Lattin_ Recovery! You said recovery. While I lie dying here by inches! _Doctor_ You love. _Mrs. Lattin_ With all my heart. _Doctor_ And--soul? [_He looks questioningly down at her with great tenderness. Her expression shows the dawn of comprehension._ _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Very low._) I love--wrongly--somewhere. I forgot--my soul. And I have wrecked him, wrecked his life, his work. _Doctor_ (_To himself._) Again. _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Not catching his word._) Is there recovery for _that_? Can you heal that? _Doctor_ He does not question your love for him? _Mrs. Lattin_ He is too big-hearted. He has sacrificed all for me. It is regret and remorse that kill me now--they bring death more quickly. If only I could understand! _Doctor_ You shall. _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Bitterly._) When it is too late. Can you give recovery for that? Can the forgiveness that I crave--his forgiveness--undo what has been? (_Hides her face and sobs._) I must die without forgiveness. _Doctor_ Recovery begins with understanding. _Mrs. Lattin_ I want _his_ forgiveness. _Doctor_ You must--forgive yourself. _Mrs. Lattin_ Oh, oh, I do not understand. My remorse goes with me even into the grave. _Doctor_ Remorse brings weakness. The forgiveness of another affects that other only. _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Looking up._) Yes? _Doctor_ Understand. Then, without regret, go forward. To forgive yourself is--true forgiveness. _Mrs. Lattin_ I feel something wonderful in you. Your words bring life again.… I.… There seems something I remember--remember almost--very dim and far away.… (_Her eye falls upon the Egyptian picture. She gazes fascinated at it._) The stars … the river … are rising, surely.… _Doctor_ You remember--life. And life shall teach you this. _Mrs. Lattin_ Life! My life! Oh, what is it rising in me? A curtain lifts. I see … myself. Ah, now it goes again.… The pain … the pain is awful! It all has been before somewhere, I know.… Have I done this before, then? If only I could see, I might understand. _Doctor_ You shall see. Understanding shall bring recovery. [_As he speaks he retires slowly backwards towards the open door. Her eyes remain fixed upon the picture._ _Mrs. Lattin_ Recovery! I half remember.… I begin to … understand…! _Doctor_ The soul reaps ever its own harvest, for the soul is linked to all its past. _Mrs. Lattin_ (_Faintly._) The past! _My_ past…! _Our_ past together.… _Doctor_ Your pain and prayer may lift for once the curtain. Remembering, you shall understand. And, understanding, you shall learn to--forgive yourself. [_A light falls on his face and figure by the door. Just before he disappears she tears her gaze away from the picture, and turns to him with outstretched hands. He raises his hands as though he were lifting a curtain and holding it up._ _Mrs. Lattin_