He points at the map, his manner transformed with excitement and exaltation.
It is written there. It is written in letters of fire. My eyes are opened, and I see!
Rhoda.
Following his gaze, then looking at him again, awed and bewildered.
What is it that you see?
Michaelis.
The cross!
Rhoda.
I—I don't understand.
Michaelis.