He held out his hand with all his fingers moving. "I have it!" he said. "I begin to see." A really brilliant idea was dawning upon his mind. He had not studied mathematics at Cambridge for nothing, after all. "Tell me please. Some animals of _your_ world ... of the Real World, real animals you know." "Real animals!" said the Angel smiling. "Why--there's Griffins and Dragons--and Jabberwocks--and Cherubim--and Sphinxes--and the Hippogriff--and Mermaids--and Satyrs--and...." "Thank you," said the Vicar as the Angel appeared to be warming to his work; "thank you. That is _quite_ enough. I begin to understand." He paused for a moment, his face pursed up. "Yes ... I begin to see it." "See what?" asked the Angel. "The Griffins and Satyrs and so forth. It's as clear...." "I don't see them," said the Angel. "No, the whole point is they are not to be seen in this world. But our men with imaginations have told us all about them, you know. And even I at times ... there are places in this village where you must simply take what they set before you, or give offence--I, I say, have seen in my dreams Jabberwocks, Bogle brutes, Mandrakes.... From our point of view, you know, they are Dream Creatures...." "Dream Creatures!" said the Angel. "How singular! This is a very curious dream. A kind of topsy-turvey one. You call men real and angels a myth. It almost makes one think that in some odd way there must be two worlds as it were...." "At least Two," said the Vicar. "Lying somewhere close together, and yet scarcely suspecting...." "As near as page to page of a book." "Penetrating each other, living each its own life. This is really a delicious dream!" "And never dreaming of each other." "Except when people go a dreaming!" "Yes," said the Angel thoughtfully. "It must be something of the sort. And that reminds me. Sometimes when I have been dropping asleep, or drowsing under the noon-tide sun, I have seen strange corrugated faces just like yours, going by me, and trees with green leaves upon them, and such queer uneven ground as this.... It must be so. I have fallen into another world." "Sometimes," began the Vicar, "at bedtime, when I have been just on the edge of consciousness, I have seen faces as beautiful as yours, and the strange dazzling vistas of a wonderful scene, that flowed past me, winged shapes soaring over it, and wonderful--sometimes terrible--forms going to and fro. I have even heard sweet music too in my ears.... It may be that as we withdraw our attention from the world of sense, the pressing world about us, as we pass into the twilight of repose, other worlds.... Just as we see the stars, those other worlds in space, when the glare of day recedes.... And the artistic dreamers who see such things most clearly...." They looked at one another. "And in some incomprehensible manner I have fallen into this world of yours out of my own!" said the Angel, "into the world of my dreams, grown real."