“The all things in earth or under the earth rising up in circles of praise to the Cherubim and the Great White Throne,” said Dolores, her dark eyes raised in a moment’s contemplation.
“Ah! One knows. But is that thought the one to be brought home to every one, as if they could bear it always? Are not we to do something—something—for the helping people here in this life, not always going on to the other life—”
“Temporal or spiritual?” said Dolores; “or spiritual through temporal?”
“And our part in helping,” said Agatha.
“There is an immense deal to be thought out,” said Dolores. “I feel only at the beginning of the questions, and there is study and experience to go to them.”
“You mean what one gets at Oxford?”
“Partly. Thorough—at least, as thorough as one can—of the physical and material nature of things, then of the precedent which then results, also of reasoning.”
“Metaphysical, do you mean, or logical?”
“That comes in; but I was thinking of mathematical in the indirect training of the mind. It all works into needful equipment, and so does actual life.”
“It takes one’s breath away.”