Jean—Isn’t this The Darker Realm?
Angelica—Oh! I see! And yet I am not sure that I do see!
Jean—Why, dark is everything that isn’t light, everything that isn’t lamps and cressets, everything that isn’t your face, everything that isn’t you! If there’d been a world above, you’d have been in it, not here!
Angelica—(With enthusiasm) Ah, I wish I had!
Jean—(In a surly voice) I don’t.
Angelica—Why not?
Jean—Because I want you here—here with me!
Angelica—Oh, yes, that!—but if we both could go to The World Above?
Jean—Don’t talk such nonsense; of course there isn’t any such thing, and what’s the use of bothering our heads with puzzling and wondering?
Angelica—Yes, that’s just it, wondering! I can’t help wondering. There’s something in my head that goes on wondering and wondering. My wondering-machine will keep going, and I cannot stop it. It makes me very unhappy and yet I do not wholly want it to stand still. Now, I can’t help wondering what these fearful things mean, these breaks. Do you never wonder?