“You know, in the very moment the door swung to behind me, I forgot the road with its fallen chestnut leaves, its cabs and tradesmen’s carts, I forgot the sort of gravitational pull back to the discipline and obedience of home, I forgot all hesitations and fear, forgot discretion, forgot all the intimate realities of this life.  I became in a moment a very glad and wonder-happy little boy—­in another world.  It was a world with a different quality, a warmer, more penetrating and mellower light, with a faint clear gladness in its air, and wisps of sun-touched cloud in the blueness of its sky.  And before me ran this long wide path, invitingly, with weedless beds on either side, rich with untended flowers, and these two great panthers.  I put my little hands fearlessly on their soft fur, and caressed their round ears and the sensitive corners under their ears, and played with them, and it was as though they welcomed me home.  There was a keen sense of home-coming in my mind, and when presently a tall, fair girl appeared in the pathway and came to meet me, smiling, and said ‘Well?’ to me, and lifted me, and kissed me, and put me down, and led me by the hand, there was no amazement, but only an impression of delightful rightness, of being reminded of happy things that had in some strange way been overlooked.  There were broad red steps, I remember, that came into view between spikes of delphinium, and up these we went to a great avenue between very old and shady dark trees.  All down this avenue, you know, between the red chapped stems, were marble seats of honour and statuary, and very tame and friendly white doves...

“Along this cool avenue my girl-friend led me, looking down—­I recall the pleasant lines, the finely-modelled chin of her sweet kind face—­asking me questions in a soft, agreeable voice, and telling me things, pleasant things I know, though what they were I was never able to recall...  Presently a little Capuchin monkey, very clean, with a fur of ruddy brown and kindly hazel eyes, came down a tree to us and ran beside me, looking up at me and grinning, and presently leapt to my shoulder.  So we two went on our way in great happiness.”

He paused.

“Go on,” I said.

“I remember little things.  We passed an old man musing among laurels, I remember, and a place gay with paroquets, and came through a broad shaded colonnade to a spacious cool palace, full of pleasant fountains, full of beautiful things, full of the quality and promise of heart’s desire.  And there were many things and many people, some that still seem to stand out clearly and some that are a little vague; but all these people were beautiful and kind.  In some way—­I don’t know how—­it was conveyed to me that they all were kind to me, glad to have me there, and filling me with gladness by their gestures, by the touch of their hands, by the welcome and love in their eyes.  Yes——­”

He mused for a while.  “Playmates I found there.  That was very much to me, because I was a lonely little boy.  They played delightful games in a grass-covered court where there was a sun-dial set about with flowers.  And as one played one loved...