“So every votary of every new religion says. Where is your guarantee that you are not in delusion?”
“Madam, when the sun rises and there is day, you do not suppose the light, the splendor, the confidence inspired by it is a delusion. You know that you see, and see that you may walk, and act with purpose and direction. The soul has eyes as well as the body. These eyes behold the light and cannot doubt it, by internal conscience that distinguishes between the truth and falsehood. By that internal conscience I am assured that the light is as real as that seen by eyes of flesh.”
“I cannot understand you,” said Domitia. “Now for other matters—I have made Eboracus bring you some dainties for yourself and presents for the children who are so kind to you. Where is your husband?”
“He is rehearsing. Better times have arrived, and he is now occupied.”
“And you see less of him.”
“Yes—but we must live. When away from me, I know that in heart he is with me.”
“You are sure of that?”
“Yes.”
“What, by the conscience that establishes between truth and falsehood?”
“Nay—by trust. We must trust some one and some thing. We trust God, we trust His Revelation, we trust in the goodness there is in mankind.”