But to any one reflecting on the matter it should soon emerge that a spirit, kindred in some way, but informed with literature and anxious "to be different," starting too with Dickens's example before him, might, and probably would, half follow, half revolt into another vein of not anti- but extra-natural fantasy, such as that which the author of _The Ordeal of Richard Feverel_ actually worked.
"Extra- not anti-" that is the key.

The worlds of Dickens, of Balzac, and of Meredith are not impossible worlds: for the only worlds which are impossible are those which are inconsistent with themselves, and none of these is that.

Something has been said of the "four dimensions" which are necessary to work Dickens's world, and our business here is not with Balzac's.

But something must now be said of the fourth dimension--some would say the fifth, sixth, and almost tenth dimensions--which is or are required to put Mr.Meredith's in working order.

I do not myself think that more than a fourth is needed, and I have sometimes fancied that if Mohammedan ideas of the other world be true, and an artist is obliged to endow all his fictitious creations with real life, it will be by the reduction and elimination of this dimension that Mr.Meredith will have to proceed.