"The one who stayed or the one who ran away?"
"Oh, if you don't know by this time! I have come to take you to the House."
"Are you the one who was always there?"
"The Lovely Lady; there was never any other."
"And shall I go there as I used?" asked Peter, "and be happy there?"
"You are free to go; do you not feel it?"
"Oh, here—I feel many things. I am just beginning to understand how I came to lose the way to it."
"Are you so sure?"
"Quite." Peter's new-found certainty was strong in him. "I made the mistake of thinking that the House was the House of Love, and it is really the House of Beauty. I thought if I found the one to love, I should live in it forever. But now that I have found the way back to it I see that was a mistake."
"How did you find it?"