It all
swept out of me of its own accord. The force in me seemed so free and
inexhaustible that it overflowed. It was irresistible. I felt able to
save the world.'
'You were out,' said Mother softly, 'out of yourself, I mean,' she
corrected it. 'And your lovely thoughts go everywhere. You do save the
world.'
There fell a long silence then between them.
'You've been reading aloud,' Mlle. Lemaire said presently. 'I heard
the drone of the voice through the wall---'
'Daddy was reading his new story to us,' the other said. 'It didn't
disturb you?'
'On the contrary. I think it was the voice somehow that brought the
vision. I listened vaguely at first, trying to sleep; then, opening my
eyes suddenly, the room, as I told you, was full of stars. Their rays
caught hold of me and drew these forces out of my very heart. I
yielded, giving and giving and giving ... such life flowed from me,
and they carried it away in streams.... Oh, it was really like a
divine sensation.' 'It was divine,' said Mother, but whether she meant
the story or her friend's experience, she hardly knew herself.
'And the story--was it not about our little Bourcelles?' asked the
other.
Mother held her hands up as though words failed her. She opened her
arms wide. She was not quite sure of her voice.
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