“Exactly and truthfully.”
“The Will-o’-the-wisp?”
“Certainly.”
“Then there was another fall?”
“Well, yes, I expect so. She muddled and draggled through the black mire till she didn’t know whether she was standing or falling.”
“And that is the end of the dream?”
“How many more times do you want telling? Did ever anybody ever see anything else in the silent forest besides Will-o’-the-wisps?”
“Why yes, at times I have heard of the pure light.”
“Oh, God!” said Plucritus, and he laughed. “Oh, God!”