ANTHONY: (_who has resumed work_) It is not what this place is for. CLAIRE: No this place is for the destruction that can get through. ANTHONY: Miss Claire, it is eleven. At eleven we are to go in and see-- CLAIRE: Whether it has gone through. But how can we go--with Dick against the door? ANTHONY: He'll have to move. CLAIRE: And be shot? HARRY: (_irritably_) Oh, he'll not be shot. Claire can spoil anything. (DICK _steps away from the door_; CLAIRE _takes a step nearer it_.) CLAIRE: (_halting_) Have I spoiled everything? I don't want to go in there. ANTHONY: We're going in together, Miss Claire. Don't you remember? Oh (_looking resentfully at the others_) don't let any little thing spoil it for you--the work of all those days--the hope of so many days. CLAIRE: Yes--that's it. ANTHONY: You're afraid you haven't done it? CLAIRE: Yes, but--afraid I have. HARRY: (_cross, but kindly_) That's just nervousness, Claire. I've had the same feeling myself about making a record in flying. CLAIRE: (_curiously grateful_) You have, Harry? HARRY: (_glad enough to be back in a more usual world_) Sure. I've been afraid to know, and almost as afraid of having done it as of not having done it. (CLAIRE _nods, steps nearer, then again pulls back_.) CLAIRE: I can't go in there. (_she almost looks at_ TOM) Not today. ANTHONY: But, Miss Claire, there'll be things to see today we can't see tomorrow. CLAIRE: You bring it in here! ANTHONY: In--out from its own place? (_she nods_) And--where they are? (_again she nods. Reluctantly he goes to the door_) I will not look into the heart. No one must know before you know. (_In the inner room, his head a little turned away, he is seen very carefully to lift the plant which glows from within. As he brings it in, no one looks at it_. HARRY _takes a box of seedlings from a stand and puts them on the floor, that the newcomer may have a place_.) ANTHONY: Breath of Life is here, Miss Claire. (CLAIRE _half turns, then stops._) CLAIRE: Look--and see--what you see. ANTHONY: No one should see what you've not seen. CLAIRE: I can't see--until I know. (ANTHONY _looks into the flower._) ANTHONY: (_agitated_) Miss Claire! CLAIRE: It has come through? ANTHONY: It has gone on. CLAIRE: Stronger? ANTHONY: Stronger, surer. CLAIRE: And more fragile? ANTHONY: And more fragile. CLAIRE: Look deep. No--turning back? ANTHONY: (_after a searching look_) The form is set. (_he steps back from it_) CLAIRE: Then it is--out. (_from where she stands she turns slowly to the plant_) You weren't. You are. ANTHONY: But come and see, Miss Claire. CLAIRE: It's so much more than--I'd see. HARRY: Well, I'm going to see. (_looking into it_) I never saw anything like that before! There seems something alive--inside this outer shell. DICK: (_he too looking in and he has an artist's manner of a hand up to make the light right_) It's quite new in form. It--says something about form.