CHAPTER VII
LOVE UNDER WILL
I BEGAN to laugh despite myself.
“Well,” I said, puffing at my cigar, “I do really
wish you’d let me know what this is all about. Has
Lloyd George resigned? ”’
“No,” said Big Lion, “it’s just you!”
“What about me?” I retorted.
“Why, your success, of course,” said Sister Cypris.
Something, of course, quite obvious to them was
hidden from my dull understanding.
I turned on Basil point-blank.
“What success ?”’ I said. “It’s true I do see my
way through a formula that’s been bothering me.
But I don’t see how you know about it. Do Hermes
and Dionysus comprise a knowledge of the differential
calculus in their attainments? ”
“It’s very simple,” said the Big Lion. “ It involves
a knowledge of nothing but the Law; and the Law,
after all, is nothing but the plainest common sense.
Do you remember my asking you before tiffin what
was your true will?”
“Yes,” I said, “I do. And I told you then, and I
tell you again now, that I haven’t the time to think
about things like that.”
“That fact,” he retorted, “was quite enough to
assure me that you had discovered it.”
‘“‘ Look here,” I said, “ you’re a good sort and all
that, but you are really a bit queer, and half the time
I don’t know what you are driving at. Can’t you put
it in plain English?” —
“With all the pleasure in life,” he returned. ‘‘ Just
look at the facts for a moment. Fact one: Your
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