No More Learning

You are taking your own
way. If there is a command from God for you, you must wait His good
time to receive it.

MARTIN.

Must I live here forty years, fifty years . . . to grow as old as my
uncles, seeing nothing but common things, doing work . . . some foolish
work?

FATHER JOHN.

Here they are coming; it is time for me to go. I must think and I must
pray. My mind is troubled about you. [_To THOMAS as he and ANDREW come
in.
_] Here he is; be very kind to him for he has still the weakness of
a little child. [_Goes out. _

THOMAS.

Are you well of the fit, lad?

MARTIN.

It was no fit. I was away--for awhile--no, you will not believe me if I
tell you.

ANDREW.

I would believe it, Martin. I used to have very long sleeps myself and
very queer dreams.

THOMAS.

You had, till I cured you, taking you in hand and binding you to the
hours of the clock. The cure that will cure yourself, Martin, and will
waken you, is to put the whole of your mind on to your golden coach; to
take it in hand and to finish it out of face.

MARTIN.

Not just now. I want to think--to try and remember what I saw, something
that I heard, that I was told to do.