"Tell me how you know," my friend simply repeated. Lucifer, we are told, was a son of the morning, a radiant and mighty angel; yet he fell: he fell and there fell with him a third part of the host of heaven: he fell and was hurled with his rebellious angels into hell. Such attempts at dangerous agitation may periodically return, but with each the object will be better understood. "Went where?" Her expression, at this, became extraordinary.