It's hard to know what's right
chiefly when you're not in a hurry to do it."
"Aren't there exceptions to that rule?"
"I allowed for the exceptions. I said _chiefly_."
"But when you _do_ want to do it?"
"You'll know what it is. There'll be something to tell you."
"And this something to tell you? What do you call it?"
"Some call it conscience. Some call it God. Some call it neither."
Davenant reflected again.
"And you? What do you call it?"
"I can't see that anything would be gained by telling you. That sort of
knowledge isn't of much use till it's worked out for oneself. At least,
it wouldn't be of much use to you."
"Why not to me?"
"Because you've started out on your own voyage of discovery. You'll
bring back more treasures from that adventure than any one can give
you."
These things were said crustily, as though dragged from a man thinking
of other matters and unwilling to talk. More minutes went by before
Davenant spoke again.
"But doesn't it happen that what you call the 'something-to-tell-you'
tells you now and then to do things that most people would call rather
wild--or crazy?"
"I dare say."
"So what then?"
"Then you do them.
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