Jean—But if we should try to go back, we could not find our way to her now. We must go on. We will wait till our eyes are a little stronger and can bear the light; for it is the light! It must be, since we have traced it by every trap we have passed. Every one was larger than the one before, you know, but it was always the same thing, always something we knew by our eyes. This one before us is only a light larger and clearer than any of the others; only that, a larger light than a candle, larger than a lantern, larger than any of the traps that let down light from above into The Darker Realm.
Angelica—I am sure it is as you say, dear Jean, and perhaps when we have passed through the gateway and are really in the light, in the light itself, with light, light, light, pouring around us and bathing us on every side—
Jean—Yes, perhaps when we are in the very midst of it, it won’t hurt our eyes so much.
Angelica—Beautiful—most beautiful! And perhaps we shall be a part of it, one with it, and responding to it. Then, if that were so, it could not hurt us but we should revel in it, as I being a part of you, dear, take joy in you. Could that be so, do you think?
Jean—When you say it, dearest, I am sure of it, for you yourself are light, you shine so! (embracing her.) May I lift you now and shall we go on? (Jean supports Angelica on his arm and tenderly leads her on. The two approach the steps where they lead down into the water.)
Angelica—Must we go through all this, do you think, before we can be in The World Above?
Jean—I believe so, dearest, yes. Are you not rested a little?
Angelica—O yes, I feel much stronger! And you are with me! That is enough! Hark! Listen, Jean!
Jean—Yes, dearest.
Angelica—I hear voices, happy voices! Ah, beautiful voices! Look, Jean, and tell what it is!