The Webbs are really gone! When I saw the waggons at the door, and thought of all the trouble they must have in moving, I began to reproach myself for not having liked them better, but since the waggons have disappeared my conscience has been closed again, and I am excessively glad they are gone.

A good storyteller is the conscience-keeper.

There is only one good. And that is to act according to the dictates of one's conscience.