[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.