"But you've been told now," said Jane, "and no work need ever seem horrid to you again. Just look at it in my way after this."
"But all work seems horrid to me. I'd like to marry an awfully rich man and never see this place again. I hate it."
Jane thought a minute; then said in sweet, low, even tones: "You won't evolve any man fit to marry out of that spirit, you know."
The other girl stared at her. "Evolve!"
"Yes. Don't you know that every minute in this world is the result of all the minutes that have gone before, and that who we marry is part of a result—not just an accident?"
"What?"
"Don't you know that? Don't you understand?"
"Not a bit. Tell me what you mean?"
"It's too long to explain right this minute, because one can't tell such things quickly, and if you've never studied them, you haven't the brain-cells to receive them. You see brain-cells are the houses for thoughts, and they have to be built and ready before the thoughts can move in. That's what they told me, when I was learning."
Emily looked at her in bewilderment.