Joe [hastily]. I wasn't speaking for myself. I meant, just generally, you know. But what I have been figuring out, is this—so long as you believe that you can go on working after you leave here, it's all right, isn't it?
Lydia [hesitant]. Yes.
Joe [thoughtfully and as though on unaccustomed ground]. But when you first go over, you are rather weak—
Lydia. You mean your soul?
Joe [speaking hurriedly]. Yes, that's it. And you mustn't be worried by grief or any force working against you from the people you've left behind.
Lydia. Yes, I follow you. Where did you learn all this?
Joe. In a book at the library.
Lydia [uncertainly]. I think I have heard of some theory—
Joe [impatiently]. I'm not bothering about theories. I haven't got time for them. In fact, I'd almost forgotten about the whole idea until the other day. Something the doctor told me set me thinking. He is really a splendid man, Lydia.
Lydia [indifferently]. Yes, I've always thought so. But what is it you want me to do for you, Joe? Aunt Harriet may come in any moment.