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Scene—Room in Lattin’s London house. Mrs. Lattin lies on sofa. A picture of Ancient Egypt, showing the Nile, palms and temples on wall easily visible to her.

Time—Present day, evening.

Mrs. Lattin

What time is it, nurse—now?

Nurse

Close on half-past five.

Mrs. Lattin

(With irritability of a sick woman.) Not later? Are you sure? It’s so dark.

Nurse

(Soothingly.) The dusk is closing in; I’ll light your lamp.

Mrs. Lattin

Half-past five, you said? My husband expected to be back before this. Hasn’t he come? The appointment was for half-past two.

Nurse

The Foreign Office takes its time. Mr. Lattin will come to you the moment he gets in.

Mrs. Lattin

You’re sure? I thought I heard his step.

Nurse

I’ll go and see the moment the lamp is lit. But he never forgets. He always comes in here first.

Mrs. Lattin

But he’s so long to-day, longer than usual. And he looked so grave, nurse, when he left. He looked worried, I thought. You noticed it?

Nurse

He is taken up with these politics just now. It’s only natural, considering the crisis in Egypt. But he’s always so in earnest, isn’t he? I noticed nothing unusual. The Government is lucky to have him at such a time. No one could fill his place. (Brings lamp.) There’s the lamp. Is the shading right?

Mrs. Lattin

Fill his place! No, indeed. Phillip understands the natives better than anybody in the world. And the country too (wistfully). If only I could bring myself to go back to Egypt with him. (Irritably.) The light catches my eye there. To the left a little. Now to the right. Thank you.

Nurse

The doctors all agree it’s best not, don’t they? The dry climate——

Mrs. Lattin

It’s not that, nurse. Dryness is what I need—warmth and dryness. It’s something else. Egypt frightens me. I can’t sleep there. Dreams come to me.

Nurse

The doctors said it was the effect of the climate on the nerves.

Mrs. Lattin

Oh, I know. I’d face it if I could—another winter. It means so much to Mr. Lattin, doesn’t it? Nurse! It’s curious—it’s strange, don’t you think—that Mr. Lattin feels nothing of that I feel there? I mean——

Nurse

Hark! I think that’s Mr. Lattin’s step. I’ll go and see.

Mrs. Lattin

It can’t be the new doctor, can it?

Nurse

Dr. Ogilvie? Not yet. Six o’clock he was to come. He won’t be here before his time. These great specialists are busy men.

Mrs. Lattin

(Wearily.) I’ve seen so many doctors. I hardly feel as if I had the strength for a new examination. Dr. Ogilvie will do me no good.

Nurse

Still you will see him. For your husband’s sake.

Mrs. Lattin

Ah, yes, for Phillip’s sake. I think my husband’s coming, nurse.

(Enter Phillip.)

Nurse

Good-evening, Mr. Lattin. Mrs. Lattin is a trifle better. I’ll leave you for a little, but she must not tire herself. We are expecting Dr. Ogilvie at six.

Phillip

I’ll be very careful.

[Nurse exit.

(Phillip comes to his wife.)

Mrs. Lattin

At last, Phillip. I’m so glad you’ve come, dear. I’ve been waiting and longing so. They kept you—but you belong to me, don’t you? You’re tired, poor old thing. Come to me, Phillip—closer. (Stretches out hand.)

Phillip

I am a bit late. I’m sorry, Little Child. They kept me, yes. But you——?

Mrs. Lattin

I’m well enough to listen. You’re back; I forgive you. And it’s all arranged as you wished—as you hoped?

Phillip

Sir George was kindness itself——

Mrs. Lattin

You saw the Foreign Secretary!

Phillip

You didn’t know I was such a big-wig, did you? It is important, you see, dear. The situation out there is complicated. I’ve left them in the lurch a little, and my advice—er—my knowledge, Sir George was good enough to say—at such a time——

Mrs. Lattin

In the lurch, Phillip! How in the lurch? You’re only asking a longer leave than usual.

Phillip

There, there. I don’t want you to worry your dear head with politics. The new doctor will be here any minute now. That’s far more important.

Mrs. Lattin

I would rather know exactly. It doesn’t worry me.

Phillip

It’s all been arranged most satisfactorily, dear; and I’m very pleased. So you’re pleased with me—eh?

Mrs. Lattin

Phillip—what has been arranged?

Phillip

Sir George was most complimentary. The Government would recognise my services—my long services, he called it. He even discussed with me—asked my advice, if you must know the full weight of honour placed upon me!—as to my successor——

Mrs. Lattin

Successor!

Phillip

But, darling, some one must fill my place. There must be a locum tenens, as they say in the church.

Mrs. Lattin

You’ve—resigned!

Phillip

Dear one, there was no other way. It’s a formality, you see. I can always take it up again where I left it off. Our man in Egypt—just now—must be there. He must be on the spot, of course——

Mrs. Lattin

But six months’ leave! Surely, six months’ leave——

Phillip

Means the entire winter. There, there, Little Child, it’s nothing. You must not exaggerate like this. What is my work in Egypt compared to being with you. The doctors forbid you to go out. It’s quite simple: I prefer to stay with you. My world lies in your heart. I—I can always take up the work again when—when you’re better.

Mrs. Lattin

Resigned, resigned! You have actually resigned. Your career—I have broken your career—at last—completely. Is it wrong, then, that I need you so?

Phillip

Hush, dearest——

Mrs. Lattin

You have paid this tremendous price—and I have made you pay it.

Phillip

I wish to be always with you. That is my only wish, my only happiness.

Mrs. Lattin

For my sake you have sacrificed——

Phillip

It’s I who am selfish to tire you with all this stupid Government business. There, now; you’ve talked too much and I have done you harm. There’s only happiness in my heart. No more nonsense-talk about sacrifice. You must lie quiet and rest again. I can be always with you.

Mrs. Lattin

Yes, to the end—my end and yours. O God! Why did I not understand before?

Phillip

You must not speak like that. Love—our love—knows no end.

Mrs. Lattin

Oh, I am miserable, Phillip, miserable, miserable.

Phillip

Please, do not say such things.

Mrs. Lattin

But I must, I must. My selfishness has brought you to this last renouncement. Egypt has meant so much to you.

Phillip

Too much, Mary, too much. Egypt was coming between us.

Mrs. Lattin

Your work there, the great work I have ruined … ! Egypt meant home to you.

Phillip

Home is where you are, dearest, and nowhere else. You have taught me this—in time. (To himself.) Egypt! Ah, Egypt!

Mrs. Lattin

I hate it. It terrifies me. There is pain for me in Egypt. An instinctive dread comes over me always—something from very far away. I have struggled against it, for your sake, but—oh, it’s so, so strong. If only you could forgive me——!

Phillip

Hush, dearest!

Mrs. Lattin

But it has come between us. You love it so. And it’s my fault that you can’t—your career, I mean——

Phillip

Dear one, whatever is, is right. There is nothing to regret. Egypt, indeed, has drawn me strangely. There is some power out there—a spiritual power—that has cast a glamour over me. It has been a passion with me.

Mrs. Lattin

My instinctive terror!

Phillip

And my instinctive love!

[They glance together in silence at a great picture above the bed—an Egyptian night-scene, with stars and Nile.

Yes … yes … strange indeed! From my earliest days it drew me. Those palms and temples, that majestic desert——!

Mrs. Lattin

Phillip, don’t! Those stars, that river bring me sadness—immense regret. I feel them always rising over me. They watch me!

Phillip

Forgive me. It was the marvellous beauty took me. I——

Mrs. Lattin

But it’s an unearthly beauty. And something in it—lost. It’s lost to you. And I—oh, but I do love you so; for ever and ever you are mine—aren’t you?

[He stoops and kisses her. She half rises, whispering:

Phillip, dearest—something strange comes over me. I see a lifting of this heavy English sky. I have been through this before—I have done this very thing before—long, long ago—injured you somehow! Oh, Phillip, can it be that we have lived before—pre-existence—is it true? (Sinks back.) I think … I think I must be near to … death!

Phillip

Hush, hush, my darling. These are sick fancies only. Your brain is tired. We must not talk like this.

Mrs. Lattin

I am tired, yes; but it is my soul that aches and not my body. Phillip, I want your forgiveness.

Phillip

There is nothing to forgive. I love you.

Mrs. Lattin

(Spiritually tortured and perplexed.) I want your real forgiveness—before I go. I have been suffering deeply, deeply. Curtains have been rising. I almost see. Something seems growing clearer to me. I’ve done wrong somewhere! Why have I pulled against you all these years—against your work? It cannot be my love that is at fault. You’re wholly mine—and yet I want your forgiveness somehow——

Phillip

(Deep patience.) All the love and forgiveness in the world I give you, Little Child. But you ask for what was always yours.

Mrs. Lattin

Your broken mission. You alone have the strength and patience Egypt needs. I have ruined all, all, all!

Phillip

There! I forgive you, then. (Kisses her.) I forgive you all, all, all. But please calm yourself. This excitement does you harm. You torment yourself for nothing. It is I who have been, and am, the egoist. All men who think their work is a mission are shameless egoists.

Mrs. Lattin

Thank you, Phillip, for this great gift of your forgiveness. But it is not enough. I want to understand—and so forgive myself.

Phillip

You must rest now a little. It was criminal of me to let you talk so much. No, not another word. I’ll leave you for a bit. You must be calm to see the Doctor. It’s nearly six——

Mrs. Lattin

Dr. Ogilvie can’t help me.

Phillip

What! The first man of the day! His wonderful cures——

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

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.

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

It lifts, it lifts! I hear wind among the palms, and lapping waters. A voice is whispering … “Little Child” … yet in another tongue. …

[From beyond the door his last words reach her with a distant, half-chanting sound.

Doctor

Egypt! Where you began—with him. Your earliest life. Then other lives as well. See—and understand.

[She sinks back exhausted. Her face is radiant through her tears. She has just strength enough to touch the pneumatic bell beside the bed.

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