Angelica—And did you never in all your travels from one part of The Darker Realm to another, did you never find a gallery that seemed to lead outward?
Jean—No, dearest.
Angelica—And did you never have a sort of feeling within that there must be a world above, to account for this in fact,—to account for ourselves if for no other reason?
Jean—What kind of a queer feeling might that be?
Angelica—Well, let me see, how can I tell you! Perhaps something like this. Have you ever lost your way?
Jean—Oh, no, that is, not many times—only once.
Angelica—Well, what did you do?
Jean—I considered.
Angelica—You considered? What good did that do?
Jean—Why, I considered where I was and that I came from the direction I came from, and so I turned and went back in that direction; and when I came to the point where I turned down, then I turned, and when I had gone as far as I did in coming, then I stopped again and considered and decided which way to take, and so I simply decided at each step and pretty soon I was at the Great Cross and then I knew the way like my own fingers.