"I don't exactly think so. All good work is done under the same master."
"Pooh! Pooh!"
"Who is your master, then?"
"My conscience. Who is yours?"
"The Author of my conscience."
"A legendary personage!"
"One who is every day making my conscience harder upon me. Until I believed in Him, my conscience was dull and stupid—not half-awake, indeed."
"Oh! I see You mean my conscience is dull and stupid."
"I do not. But if you were once lighted up with the light of the world, you would pass just such a judgment on yourself. I can't think you so different from myself, as that that shouldn't be the case; though most heartily I grant you do your work ten times better than I did. And all the time I thought myself an honest man! I wasn't. A man may honestly think himself honest, and a fresh week's experience may make him doubt it altogether. I sorely want a God to make me honest."
Here Juliet entered the room, greeted Mr. Wingfold, and then shook hands with Faber. He was glad the room was dark.