On his table lay the note: Lily had sent it to his rooms. He knew what was in it before he broke the seal — a grey seal with BEYOND! beneath a flying ship. Ah, he would take her beyond — beyond the ugliness, the pettiness, the attrition and corrosion of the soul ——
Gerty’s little sitting-room sparkled with welcome when Selden entered it. Its modest “effects,” compact of enamel paint and ingenuity, spoke to him in the language just then sweetest to his ear. It is surprising how little narrow walls and a low ceiling matter, when the roof of the soul has suddenly been raised. Gerty sparkled too; or at least shone with a tempered radiance. He had never before noticed that she had “points” — really, some good fellow might do worse . . . Over the little dinner (and here, again, the effects were
