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