I was strangely moved by his tale, strangely impressed by the warning that I perceived in it.

And yet my confidence, I think, was all unshaken.
And when presently he rose, took up his taper, and stood by my bedside to ask me once again did I believe myself to be called, I showed my confidence in my answer.
"It is my hope and prayer that I am called, indeed," I said.

"The life that will best prepare me for the world to come is the life I would follow." He looked at me long and sadly.

"You must do as your heart bids you," he sighed.

"And when you have seen the world, your heart will have learnt to speak to you more plainly." And upon that he left me.
Next day I set out.
My leave-takings were brief.