FAT LADY [to Sahátof] Oh no, how can you say: “je réserve mon opinion?” And the infant with the little wings? Didn't you see? At first I thought it was only an illusion, but afterwards it became clearer and clearer, like a live …
SAHÁTOF. I can only speak of what I have seen. I did not see that—nothing of the kind.
FAT LADY. You don't mean to say so? Why, it was quite plainly visible! And to the left there was a monk clothed in black bending over it …
SAHÁTOF [moves away. Aside] What exaggeration!
FAT LADY [addressing the Doctor] You must have seen it! It rose up from your side.
Doctor goes on counting pulse without heeding her.
FAT LADY [to Grossman] And that light, the light around it, especially around its little face! And the expression so mild and tender, something so heavenly! [Smiles tenderly herself].
GROSSMAN. I saw phosphorescent light, and objects changed their places, but I saw nothing more than that.
FAT LADY. Don't tell me! You don't mean it! It is simply that you scientists of Charcot's school do not believe in a life beyond the grave! As for me, no one could now make me disbelieve in a future life—no one in the world!
Grossman moves away from her.