“But how do their minds come to work _together_?” I asked. “What right have we to assume that they _have_ minds?” “Special pleading, special pleading!” Lady Muriel cried, in a most unfilial tone of triumph. “Why, you yourself said, just now, ‘the mind of the Bee’!” “But I did _not_ say ‘_minds_,’ my child,” the Earl gently replied. “It has occurred to me, as the most probable solution of the ‘Bee’-mystery, that a swarm of Bees _have only one mind among them_. We often see one mind animating a most complex collection of limbs and organs, _when joined together_. How do we know that any material connection is necessary? May not mere neighbourhood be enough? If so, a swarm of bees is simply a single animal whose many limbs are not quite close together!” “It is a bewildering thought,” I said, “and needs a night’s rest to grasp it properly. Reason and Instinct _both_ tell me I ought to go home. So, good-night!” “I’ll ‘set’ you part of the way,” said Lady Muriel. “I’ve had no walk to-day. It will do me good, and I have more to say to you. Shall we go through the wood? It will be pleasanter than over the common, even though it _is_ getting a little dark.” We turned aside into the shade of interlacing boughs, which formed an architecture of almost perfect symmetry, grouped into lovely groined arches, or running out, far as the eye could follow, into endless aisles, and chancels, and naves, like some ghostly cathedral, fashioned out of the dream of a moon-struck poet. “Always, in this wood,” she began after a pause (silence seemed natural in this dim solitude), “I begin thinking of Fairies! May I ask you a question?” she added hesitatingly. “Do you believe in Fairies?” The momentary impulse was so strong to tell her of my experiences in this very wood, that I had to make a real effort to keep back the words that rushed to my lips. “If you mean, by ‘believe,’ ‘believe in their _possible_ existence,’ I say ‘Yes.’ For their _actual_ existence, of course, one would need _evidence_.” “You were saying, the other day,” she went on, “that you would accept _anything_, on good evidence, that was not _à priori_ impossible. And I think you named _Ghosts_ as an instance of a _provable_ phenomenon. Would _Fairies_ be another instance?” “Yes, I think so.” And again it was hard to check the wish to say more: but I was not yet sure of a sympathetic listener. “And have you any theory as to what sort of place they would occupy in Creation? Do tell me what you think about them! Would they, for instance (supposing such beings to exist), would they have any moral responsibility? I mean” (and the light bantering tone suddenly changed to one of deep seriousness) “would they be capable of _sin_?”