He rose. "Very well, I will go; but I never embarked on an enterprise that seemed more dangerous, more futile. My heart says go, but my reason is against it."
"Follow your heart in this instance."
"If I did that wholly, I would go straight to this dragon's den and snatch the fair maiden home to my castle."
"That would be romantic, but a little too daring, even for my enthusiasm."
"You may be reassured. No one really follows the heart in these days--at least, those who do land in jail Of the almshouse."
As he lit his cigar he observed that his hand trembled. For the first time in his life his nerves were over-charged and leaping with excitement just above control.