A.M. None that I am aware of.
I. Where is she?
A.M. She’s attending lectures on Political Economy.
I. Political Economy!—whatever for?
A.M. Oh, she’s a very clever girl, and she’s interested in these subjects.
I. Let me think!—how old is she?
A.M. Just twenty-three.
I. Well, well! I suppose she will meet plenty of fresh men at the School of Political Economy, and may find what she wants there.
A.M. Oh, but you misunderstand Miss A. She has no such thought. She says herself that she is deeply interested in Political Economy.
I. She does not know why she goes to the School of Political Economy; she imagines it is because she is interested in the subject. But I know why she goes there. Life sends her there. And even if the only thing she could learn there were the turning and painting of skittles, she would be interested in that. Life has found that one environment has failed to give the girl her primary adaptations, so now it bids her seek a new environment.