True,—all true.
Philo (becoming more repressed and tensely excited as he goes on)
The dreams of the alchemists are being realized. That machine yonder detects the waves from a millionth of a millionth of a milligramme of radium.
Seymour
What!
Philo
I have invented a tuned electroscope that would be destroyed by such waves, so sensitive as to react only to waves from an inconceivable distance, beyond thirty-five million miles.
Seymour (trying to take it in)
Thirty-five million miles!
Philo (with great tension)