Then she came to me. She knew me well. She could have come first and saved herself time and money. No, she’s going to take Caesar’s way first. When Caesar failed, she came. She and I sat in the Silence and simply saw the furniture, and sat on it, and saw the lovely family pictures on the piano, and all the things where they would be were it true. So one day she’s coming out of a bank on Madison Avenue and there were rails—on Madison Avenue all things, sort of an old atmosphere—coming out of this bank and she sees these rails; and it reminded her of a very strange experience of hers years ago when she had a mental breakdown and they committed her. They thought she was violent so she was committed in a violent ward. So when she saw these rails it disturbed her. At that moment of being disturbed she turned south instead of turning north to her hotel. She went one block, she discovered her mistake. At the very end of the block, having discovered she was going south instead of north, she stopped, and as she was turning around to go north she sees a familiar pair of ankles. There they are. And just before the light turned green for her to cross the street, she sees, she looks at the face, it’s her maid. And she goes and she holds the maid, and the maid begins to scream. She said, “I’m not going to hurt you. I only want my furniture, and I’m not leaving you, I’m not letting you go until you take me right this very moment to my furniture.” So she hailed a cab and together they got into the cab and the maid took her to her furniture.194 ¶25