Philip (thinks better of it): Nothing.
Ann: Did you want to tell me something?
Philip: One can’t tell you anything. You have the divine scepticism of all the saints.
Ann: What do you mean?
Philip: All saints are unbelievers. They don’t believe in realities. They don’t even believe in mortality.
Ann (passionately): One can’t believe in mortality.
Philip: You must have seen enough death during the war.
Ann: That is why I can’t believe in mortality.
Philip: Doesn’t it let you down, always following your hopes?