But the young man ran on, half laughing,-- 'You know how you and the rest used to tell us what a sad thing it was that we were all cursed with consciences,--what a fearful miserable burden moral responsibility was; but that we must submit to it as an inevitable evil.

Now that burden is gone, thank God.

We of the True Church have some one to keep our consciences for us.

The padre settles all about what is right or wrong, and we slip on as easily as--' 'A hog or a butterfly!' said the vicar, bitterly.
'Exactly,' answered Luke.

'And, on your own showing, are clean gainers of a happy life here, not to mention heaven hereafter.