She looked about her, and understood that she was lying in a great and beautiful room beneath a dome which seemed to be fashioned of translucent ivory or alabaster.

At the end of the room were curtains woven of some glittering stuff that gave out light.

At length these curtains were drawn, and through them, bearing a cup in her hand, passed a shape like to that of a mortal woman, only so radiant that Barbara knew that had she been alive with the old life she would have felt afraid.
This shape also was clad in garments that gave out light, and in its hair were jewelled flowers.

It glided to her side and looked at her with loving, mysterious eyes.

Then it held the cup to her lips, and said, or rather thought, for the speech of that land declared itself in thought and vision: "Drink of this new wine." She drank of the wine, and a wonderful life fell upon her like a glory.
"Who are you, O Vision ?" she asked, and by way of answer there rose up within her a picture of herself, Barbara, leaning over a cot and looking at the white face of a dead child in a certain room in London.