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