[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?