Jean—Always, dear. I cannot be otherwise than myself, can I? (Laughing a little.)
Angelica—Of course not. I knew that always. I knew that from the beginning.
Jean—No, you didn’t; you never knew it till I proved it to you, proved it by the light from The World Above that shone upon our faces.
Angelica—(Laughing joyously.) I cannot tell you anything because you always prove things out, can I?
Jean—(Laughing in his turn.) I cannot tell you anything because you always know without any proving, don’t you? But are you ready now to try to reach the gateway? Shall I lift you, dear? Shall we go on?
Angelica—But I am so tired. It was such a long way we came. I would fain stay here always with your arms around me. I do not care if we never reach The World Above!
Jean—But if we go on, you will still have me with you and have The World Above besides!
Angelica—And the light!
Jean—Yes, and the light! You know how you loved that and how you have longed for it.
Angelica—Yet when I look at it I shrink back—if that great eye that shoots out terrors toward me and gives me more pain than joy be really the light I have longed for! Ah, Mother! She said the light of The World Above would blind my eyes. Dear Mother! I want her!