I was afraid she would really make herself ill: still I thought it best to let her weep away the first sharp agony of grief: and, after a few minutes, the sobbing gradually ceased, and Sylvie rose to her feet, and looked calmly at me, though tears were still streaming down her cheeks. I did not dare to speak again, just yet; but simply held out my hand to her, that we might quit the melancholy spot. Yes, I'll come now, she said. Very reverently she kneeled down, and kissed the dead hare; then rose and gave me her hand, and we moved on in silence. A child's sorrow is violent but short; and it was almost in her usual voice that she said after a minute “Oh stop stop! Here are some lovely blackberries!” We filled our hands with fruit and returned in all haste to where the Professor and Bruno were seated on a bank awaiting our return. Just before we came within hearing-distance Sylvie checked me. “Please don't tell Bruno about the hare!” she said. Very well, my child. But why not? Tears again glittered in those sweet eyes and she turned her head away so that I could scarcely hear her reply. “He's--he's very fond of gentle creatures you know. And he'd--he'd be so sorry! I don't want him to be made sorry.” And your agony of sorrow is to count for nothing, then, sweet unselfish child! I thought to myself. But no more was said till we had reached our friends; and Bruno was far too much engrossed, in the feast we had brought him, to take any notice of Sylvie's unusually grave manner. “I'm afraid it's getting rather late, Professor?” I said. “Yes, indeed,” said the Professor. “I must take you all through the Ivory Door again. You've stayed your full time.” “Mightn't we stay a little longer!” pleaded Sylvie. “Just one minute!” added Bruno. But the Professor was unyielding. “It's a great privilege, coming through at all,” he said. “We must go now.” And we followed him obediently to the Ivory Door, which he threw open, and signed to me to go through first. “You're coming too, aren't you?” I said to Sylvie. “Yes,” she said: “but you won't see us after you've gone through.” “But suppose I wait for you outside?” I asked, as I stepped through the doorway. “In that case,” said Sylvie, “I think the potato would be quite justified in asking your weight. I can quite imagine a really superior kidney-potato declining to argue with any one under fifteen stone!” With a great effort I recovered the thread of my thoughts. “We lapse very quickly into nonsense!” I said. CHAPTER 22. CROSSING THE LINE. “Let us lapse back again,” said Lady Muriel. “Take another cup of tea? I hope that's sound common sense?” “And all that strange adventure,” I thought, “has occupied the space of a single comma in Lady Muriel's speech! A single comma, for which grammarians tell us to 'count one'!” (I felt no doubt that the Professor had kindly put back the time for me, to the exact point at which I had gone to sleep.)