Philo (putting her in a chair)
Sit there, then. And for God's sake be still! (Returns to machine and counts under his breath.) It is true—it is true—and I am not ready! I am dumb, like all the world! I cannot let them know! (Walks the floor, muttering) But I will—I must. (Crosses to window.) I must do it!—think of nothing else—nothing! I shall not sleep till it is done!... But they will call me mad—lock me up before I have finished, God, before I have finished!
Reba
Philo, listen!
Philo
It's the world's way ... to beat the spirit down ... the eager spirit, superbly sane, daring to pierce the barriers between heaven and earth!
Reba
I'll not sit here! (She sits nevertheless.)
Philo