"That's a demon!"
"What do you mean?" She took me by the arm. "Ask him what he means."
Lawrence answered.
"It's not a thing the meaning of which can be clarified by words. Come, and you shall see; come together—Mr. Ferguson and you."
She looked at me, inquiry in her eyes. I questioned him.
"Where do you propose to take us?"
"To a little place of mine, where the Goddess is."
"What is this stuff about the Goddess?"
"Come, and you shall see."
I glanced at her.
"Let's go," she said.
He caught her words.
"There speaks the lady who would learn; the woman possessed of the spirit of inquiry."
I repeated my former suggestion.
"Let's get into a cab."
But he declined.
"No; I'll have none of your cabs, I'll walk. I'm cribb'd, cabined, and confined out in the open; in a cab I'd stifle. There's a hand upon my heart, a grip upon my throat, a weight upon my head; they make it hard to breathe. I'll be in close quarters soon enough; I'll keep out of them as long as I can."
