"He'd never look at me, I know," she told herself.
She thrust the spray of arbutus back into water and turned to her work listlessly enough.
Half an hour later the listlessness had finished.
A miracle had begun to work!
For the Professor's niece and secretary was pouring breathlessly over a letter that she had found on the table under a file of notes for J. Howel-Jones's great work on Agarics.
With shining credulous eyes she turned from that typewritten letter to the little packet that had been enclosed in it. Then she turned to the letter again. She read:
"Half the trouble in the world arises from the fact that human beings are continually falling in love ... with the wrong people."
She read the astonishing suggestion:
"Each of us knows a list of these stories. How avert them? By seeking out and planting only in the right soil the root of good or evil, the Love-germ."