How was it with his other self.
In the human soul there is seldom any real perplexity.

Only the body reasons; the soul knows.

He knew this now.

He knew, too, that there is a greater drill-master than that which was now disciplining his mind and body--the spiritual will--that there is a higher sentiment than the awakened instinct of mental and physical obedience--the occult loyalty of the spirit.

And, within him, something was now awaking out of night, slowly changing him, soul and body.
As he sat there, tranquil, pondering, there came a shadowy figure, moving leisurely under the lighted windows of the hospital, directly toward him--a man swinging a lantern low above the grass--and halted beside him in a yellow shaft of light, "Berkley," he said pleasantly; then, to identify himself, lifted the lantern to a level with his face.
"Dr.Benton!" "Surely--surely.