This time there was no doubt.

It went for the rapid as straight as any arrow.
'Action then!' said Mr.Archer, getting to his feet; 'and then God forgive us,' he added, almost to himself.
'God forgive us, indeed,' cried Nance, 'for wasting the good daylight! But come, Mr.Archer, if I see you look so serious I shall begin to think you was in earnest.' 'Nay,' he said, turning upon her suddenly, with a full smile; 'but is not this good advice?
I have consulted God and demigod; the nymph of the river, and what I far more admire and trust, my blue-eyed Minerva.

Both have said the same.

My own heart was telling it already.

Action, then, be mine; and into the deep sea with all this paralysing casuistry.