HARRY _takes a box of seedlings from a stand and
puts them on the floor, that the newcomer may have a place_.)
ANTHONY: Breath of Life is here, Miss Claire.
(CLAIRE _half turns, then stops._)
CLAIRE: Look--and see--what you see.
ANTHONY: No one should see what you've not seen.
CLAIRE: I can't see--until I know.
(ANTHONY _looks into the flower._)
ANTHONY: (_agitated_) Miss Claire!
CLAIRE: It has come through?
ANTHONY: It has gone on.
CLAIRE: Stronger?
ANTHONY: Stronger, surer.
CLAIRE: And more fragile?
ANTHONY: And more fragile.
CLAIRE: Look deep. No--turning back?
ANTHONY: (_after a searching look_) The form is set. (_he steps back
from it_)
CLAIRE: Then it is--out. (_from where she stands she turns slowly to the
plant_) You weren't. You are.
ANTHONY: But come and see, Miss Claire.
CLAIRE: It's so much more than--I'd see.
HARRY: Well, I'm going to see. (_looking into it_) I never saw anything
like that before! There seems something alive--inside this outer shell.
DICK: (_he too looking in and he has an artist's manner of a hand up to
make the light right_) It's quite new in form. It--says something about
form.
HARRY: (_cordially to_ CLAIRE, _who stands apart_) So you've really put
it over.
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