With a sort of sullen curiosity he watched those floating geometric shapes⁠—green and purple and yellow and violet. “Each of these,” he thought, “might be a world. Perhaps it is ⁠ ⁠… and from the point of view of the Absolute just as important a world as this of ours!”

And then something completely different from geometric shapes appeared. Well enough he knew what this was⁠ ⁠… even before its lineaments had grown distinct.⁠ ⁠… The unhappy one of the Waterloo steps!

“Very well, then,” he muttered under his breath, taking his hands from his face. “Very well, then, I shall see thee at Philippi!”