But it was so hot!
Hot?
It was cold - yes, cold.
These weren't cliffs, they were icebergs - jagged, cold icebergs.
He was so tired.
He wouldn't go on looking - it was no good - Ah! here was a lane - that was better than icebergs, anyway.
How pleasant and shady it was in the cool, green lane.
And those trees - they were splendid!
They were rather like - what?
He couldn't remember, but it didn't matter.
Ah! here were flowers.
All golden and blue!
How lovely it all was - and how strangely familiar.
Of course, he had been here before.
There, through the trees, was the gleam of the House, standing on the high ground.
How beautiful it was.
The green lane and the trees and the flowers were as nothing to the paramount, the all-satisfying beauty of the House.
He hastened his steps.
To think that he had never yet been inside!
How unbelievably stupid of him - when he had the key in his pocket all the time!
And of course the beauty of the exterior was as nothing to the beauty that lay within - especially now that the Owner had come back from abroad. He mounted the steps to the great door.
Cruel strong hands were dragging him back! They fought him, dragging him to and fro, backwards and forwards.
The doctor was shaking him, roaring in his ear.
"Hold on, man, you can. Don't let go. Don't let go."
His eyes were alight with the fierceness of one who sees an enemy. Segrave wondered who the Enemy was. The black-robed nun was praying. That, too, was strange.
And all he wanted was to be left alone.
To go back to the House.
For every minute the House was growing fainter. That, of course, was because the doctor was so strong.
He wasn't strong enough to fight the doctor. If he only could.
But stop!
There was another way - the way dreams went in the moment of waking. No strength could stop them - they just flitted past.
The doctor's hands wouldn't be able to hold him if he slipped - just slipped! Yes, that was the way!
The white walls were visible once more, the doctor's voice was fainter, his hands were barely felt.
He knew now how dreams laugh when they give you the slip!
He was at the door of the House. The exquisite stillness was unbroken.
He put the key in the lock and turned it.
Just a moment he waited, to realize to the full the perfect, the ineffable, the all-satisfying completeness of joy. Then - he passed over the Threshold.