If all the trees were one tree—what a great tree it would be!
If all the axes were one axe—what a great axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man—what a great man Bliss would be!
Three weeks later when Hobart drove Thurley into the nearest station, he asked almost timidly if she felt it had been worth while.
“So worth while,” she said, “it showed me what I must not do.”
Miss Clergy gave a sigh of relief as she was settled on the local train running down to the main line.
“You look like a little girl again,” she told Thurley. “I’m sure it was very kind of him.... Did you ever fancy he might fall in love with you? Imagine how distressing it would be for him—knowing your position!”
Thurley resigned herself to the inevitable, and as they jolted onward she thought of how very great and how very small was love and that from atom to apostle the personal equation would come blundering in on one’s most sacred thoughts.