He glanced from his neighbour's feet to the boldly sketched hands upon the reins.

Cossar had apparently never driven before, and he was keeping the line of least resistance down the middle of the road by some no doubt quite obvious but certainly unusual light of his own.
"Why don't we all do the obvious ?" thought Bensington.

"How the world would travel if one did! I wonder for instance why I don't do such a lot of things I know would be all right to do--things I _want_ to do.

Is everybody like that, or is it peculiar to me!" He plunged into obscure speculation about the Will.

He thought of the complex organised futilities of the daily life, and in contrast with them the plain and manifest things to do, the sweet and splendid things to do, that some incredible influences will never permit us to do.