What am I to do with it?
Its possibilities are, of course, a little appalling--that is to say, from the point of view of N3.

I have not the slightest desire to shake the fabric of Society to pieces, as I could do, and still less have I taste for spending the rest of my scientific career in what the world would very easily believe to be conjuring tricks.

I hope I am not going to be another of the unnumbered proofs of Solomon's wisdom when he said, 'Whoso getteth knowledge, getteth sorrow.' I wonder what sort of advice Her late Majesty of Egypt---- "Dear me, what nonsense I am talking! Her late Majesty?
That won't do at all--she has reached the Higher Plane too, so, of course, she can't be dead----" And then with the force of a powerful electric shock, the terrible fact struck him that, for those who had reached that plane, there was no death! Here was a new light on the weird problem which he had somehow been called upon to deal with.
"I wonder what Her Majesty would really think of it ?" he murmured, after a few moments of mental bewilderment.

"Dear me, who's that ?" He looked up, and, to his utter amazement, he saw Queen Nitocris, arrayed exactly as she had been on that terrible night of her bridal with Menkau-Ra, walking towards him; a perfect incarnation of beauty, but---- "Oh dear me!" said the Professor, "this will never do.

Good heavens! everybody in Wimbledon knows me, and--well, of course, Her Majesty is very lovely and all that; but what on earth would people think if any one saw me strolling across the Common in company with an Egyptian Queen--to say nothing of the costume--and the image of my own daughter, too!" The figure approached, and the Queen, dazzlingly and bewilderingly beautiful, held out her hands to him, and their eyes met and they looked at each other across the gulf of fifty centuries.