Mrs. Woodburn consented.
A year later, when the girl was sixteen, Mrs. Woodburn asked her daughter if she would take the class alone.
The girl thought it over for a month.
Then she said yes.
In the interval she had passed through a spiritual crisis and made a great renunciation.
She had resolved to put aside the dream that had dominated her inner life for seven years.
CHAPTER XI
Brazil Silver
Boy Woodburn's calling had thrown her from early youth into contact with Eton men.
Indeed, in her experience the world was divided into Eton men—and the Rest. That was what the girl believed; and it was clearly what the Eton men believed, too. Boy herself belonged to the Rest, and did not seem to regret it. The Rest were infinite in number and variety; that was why she liked them so; for the Infinite can know no limitations. It was not so with the other division of the Human Race. Eton men, though almost equally numerous, were limited and stereotyped all to pattern. In the girl's judgment there were three types of them: the Superior Person, who treated her as if she was not; the Bad Ass, to whom she was a poor sort of Joke; and the Incorrigible Creature, who made up to her as if she was a barmaid.