“I be hanged if I’m all mind,” said the baronet.
“At least,” quoth Linden, gravely, “no one ever accused you of it before.”
“We are all mind,” pursued the reasoner; “we are all mind, un moulin a raisonnement. Our ideas are derived from two sources, sensation or memory. That neither our thoughts nor passions, nor our ideas formed by the imagination, exist without the mind, everybody will allow; [Berkeley, Sect. iii., “Principles of Human Knowledge.”] therefore, you see, the human mind is—in short, there is nothing in the world but the human mind!”
“Nothing could be better demonstrated,” said Clarence.
“I don’t believe it,” quoth the baronet.
“But you do believe it, and you must believe it,” cried Trollolop; “for ‘the Supreme Being has implanted within us the principle of credulity,’ and therefore you do believe it!”
“But I don’t,” cried Sir Christopher.
“You are mistaken,” replied the metaphysician, calmly; “because I must speak truth.”
“Why must you, pray?” said the baronet.
“Because,” answered Trollolop, taking snuff, “there is a principle of veracity implanted in our nature.”