"I cannot stay here. You will come with me?"
"I must stay here."
"If you come with me, I will take care of you always. You will be happy."
"I must stay here."
"Before, you would not stay. Now, you will not come."
His hand slipped from her fingers, and she saw him pass through the door into a formless marble gallery. His blue ephod shone brilliantly against the grey walls, then faded and lost all colour until she could no longer see him. The gallery foreshortened and grew dark until she felt suffocated. She could see the darkness and a shadow at her feet darker still. Something was holding her back; if she could spring across the forbidding shadow.... Unless she sprang, she would be stifled. Yet to be stifled was to win peace ... or to send her mad....
When she awoke, Lady Crawleigh was once more standing over her.
"Where was I this time?" asked Barbara dully.
"Darling, you must have had a nightmare. You were calling out, so I came to see what was the matter."