"Don't contradict me," she interrupted in a full steady voice. "That's
what you are thinking of half the day, and dreaming about all the
night."

"What's that?" he ejaculated.

"I don't know," she answered, with a sudden access of indifference. "Do
you know yourself?"

"I am waiting for instruction," said Morris, sarcastically.

"All right, then, I'll try. I mean that you are not satisfied with
this world and those of us who live here. You keep trying to fashion
another--oh! yes, you have been at it from a boy, you see I have got a
good memory, I remember all your 'vision stories'--and then you try to
imagine its inhabitants."

"Well," said Morris, with the sullen air of a convicted criminal,
"without admitting one word of this nonsense, what if I do?"

"Only that you had better look out that you don't _find_ whatever it is
you seek. It's a horrible mistake to be so spiritual, at least in that
kind of way. You should eat and drink, and sleep ten hours as I do, and
not go craving for vision till you can see, and praying for power until
you can create."

"See! Create! Who? What?"

"The inhabitant, or inhabitants. Just think, you may have been building
her up all this time, imagination by imagination, and thought by