Penetrate where no human foot hath trod
Into the ever-quickening glories of God,
See star with star conjoin’d as soul with soul,
Swim onward to the dim mysterious goal,
Hear rapturous breathings of the Force which flows
From founts where the eternal godhead glows!
I envy you, Eustasia; I do, indeed.’
Eustasia laughed again, less pleasantly.
‘Guess you don’t believe all that. Sometimes I think myself that it’s all nervous delusion.’
‘Nervous force you mean. Well, and what is nervous force but solar being? What you see and hear is as real as—as real as—spiritual photography. Talking of that, I gave Mr. Bradley one of your pictures, taken under test conditions.’