Michaelis.
Because I have loved you more than the visions that came to me in desert places, more than the powers that fell upon me at the bedside of the sick, more than the spirit hands and spirit voices that have guided me on my way.
Rhoda.
What of the sick and suffering out yonder, who are waiting and hoping against hope? What of them?
Michaelis.
I cannot help them.
Rhoda.
Once you dreamed you could.
Michaelis.
Yes. But that is over.