“And you don't consider Altruria civilized?”
“Well, not in just that sense of the word, ma'am. You wouldn't call heaven civilized?”
“Well, not in just that sense of the word. Robert.”
“You see, it's rum here, because, though everything seems to go so right, it's against human nature.”
“The Altrurians say it isn't.”
“I hope I don't differ from you, ma'am, but what would people—the best people—at home say? They would say it wasn't reasonable; they would say it wasn't even possible. That's what makes me think it's a dream—that it's rum. Begging your pardon, ma'am.”
“Oh, I quite understand, Robert. Then you don't believe a camel can ever go through the eye of a needle?”
“I don't quite see how, ma'am.”
“But you are proof of as great a miracle, Robert.”
“Beg your pardon, ma'am?”