Philo
No. It's livelier for me up here. More to think about. But don't worry about me, doctor. I know this is the end. If I can't convince you, then all the world must think it hallucination.
Seymour
I'm not unconvinced. I simply don't know. And I'm deeply interested. But you can't stand it, Philo. Get out of this. Be young. This is for older heads. You'll have plenty of time. Get out—do anything. Fall in love—fall in love—that will give you mysteries enough for a while. Yes, I mean it—and don't forget, my dear boy, that you've interested me.
(Shakes hands with Philo and goes down. Philo listens until he has reached the foot of the stairs.)
Philo
The heavens open—the suns speak—and he is—interested! (Closes door.) Alone!... Fall in love! Light the candle and put out the stars!... (Returns to his instrument.) ... It is still.
(Steps are heard on the stairs, then a knock at the door. He crosses softly to door and shoots the bolt.)
Voice (without)
It's Reba, Philo! Won't you let me in?