We who hold the faith have no right to speak against trance or vision. Saint Elizabeth had them, Saint Benedict, Saint Anthony, Saint Columcille. Saint Catherine of Siena often lay a long time as if dead. THOMAS. That might be so in the olden time, but those things are gone out of the world now. Those that do their work fair and honest have no occasion to let the mind go rambling. What would send my nephew, Martin Hearne, into a trance, supposing trances to be in it, and he rubbing the gold on the lion and unicorn that he had taken in hand to make a good job of for the top of the coach? FATHER JOHN [_taking up ornament_]. It is likely it was that sent him off. The flashing of light upon it would be enough to throw one that had a disposition to it into a trance. There was a very saintly man, though he was not of our church; he wrote a great book called _Mysterium Magnum_ was seven days in a trance. Truth, or whatever truth he found, fell upon him like a bursting shower, and he a poor tradesman at his work. It was a ray of sunlight on a pewter vessel that was the beginning of all. [_Goes to the door and looks in._] There is no stir in him yet. It is either the best thing or the worst thing can happen to anyone, that is happening to him now. THOMAS. And what in the living world can happen to a man that is asleep on his bed? FATHER JOHN. There are some would answer you that it is to those who are awake that nothing happens, and it is they that know nothing. He is gone where all have gone for supreme truth. THOMAS. [_Sitting down again and taking up tools._] Well, maybe so. But work must go on and coachbuilding must go on, and they will not go on the time there is too much attention given to dreams. A dream is a sort of a shadow, no profit in it to anyone at all. A coach, now, is a real thing and a thing that will last for generations and be made use of to the last, and maybe turn to be a hen-roost at its latter end. FATHER JOHN. I think Andrew told me it was a dream of Martin’s that led to the making of that coach. THOMAS. Well, I believe he saw gold in some dream, and it led him to want to make some golden thing, and coaches being the handiest, nothing would do him till he put the most of his fortune into the making of this golden coach. It turned out better than I thought, for some of the lawyers came looking at it at Assize time, and through them it was heard of at Dublin Castle ... and who now has it ordered but the Lord Lieutenant! [_FATHER JOHN nods._] Ready it must be and sent off it must be by the end of the month. It is likely King George will be visiting Dublin, and it is he himself will be sitting in it yet. FATHER JOHN. Martin has been working hard at it, I know. THOMAS. You never saw a man work the way he did, day and night, near ever since the time six months ago he first came home from France. FATHER JOHN. I never thought he would be so good at a trade. I thought his mind was only set on books. THOMAS.