It’s not that, nurse. Dryness is what I need—warmth and dryness. It’s something else. Egypt frightens me. I can’t sleep there. Dreams come to me.
Nurse
The doctors said it was the effect of the climate on the nerves.
Mrs. Lattin
Oh, I know. I’d face it if I could—another winter. It means so much to Mr. Lattin, doesn’t it? Nurse! It’s curious—it’s strange, don’t you think—that Mr. Lattin feels nothing of that I feel there? I mean——
Nurse
Hark! I think that’s Mr. Lattin’s step. I’ll go and see.
Mrs. Lattin
It can’t be the new doctor, can it?