Miss Wood talked extremely well, and he became interested in spite of himself.
"I wonder how much longer we're going to believe in 'luck' and 'coincidence,'" she said, after some remark of his. "Maybe it's all thought transference or telepathy or something."
"Don't tell me you really believe in such things. Professor Boyden says they are all a part of the spineless mysticism which is sweeping over the country."
She assumed a patronizing air. "It's natural for undergraduates to quote their teachers. I wonder how long it will be before you will consider them all old fogies."
He rose to the defense of his hero. "Boyden will never be an old fogy. He's the most up-to-date man in America. He really is the only experimentalist along these lines. He's out for the facts."
"Your mother's Voices say he is as blind as the rest, wilfully blind."
"Do you really hold stock in my mother's Voices?"
She gazed upon him in large-eyed wonder. "Yes, don't you?"
"No. How can they be anything but a delusion?"
"I don't know. I only know they are profoundly mysterious and that they tell me things which convince me. They seem to know my most secret thought. I have been forced to believe in them. My aunt's fortune has been doubled and my own income greatly augmented by their advice."