Listen … yes…!
Phillip
(Turns to her.) Something about you, something new and—and familiar almost—steals upon me. I half believe.…
Mrs. Lattin
(Whispering.) Phillip, my faithful one, I heard another name as you said that. I heard an ancient name—was it Menophis?
Phillip
(Hushed voice.) I thought a name came to me too. It floated past—Nefertiti. It must have been the beating of your heart against my own.
[They stand motionless, gazing, listening.
Mrs. Lattin