“Was it—a Goddess?”
“That’s a demon!”
“What do you mean?” She took me by the arm. “Ask him what he means.”
Lawrence answered.
“It’s not a thing the meaning of which can be clarified by words. Come, and you shall see; come together—Mr. Ferguson and you.”
She looked at me, inquiry in her eyes. I questioned him.
“Where do you propose to take us?”
“To a little place of mine, where the Goddess is.”
“What is this stuff about the Goddess?”
“Come, and you shall see.”