"That is a sample of what the unattractive girl has to struggle against," she said, all righteousness and wrath. "You think that one out of a score of girls has tried to cheat at an examination, and you pick on Rouse. Why? Because you don't like her face-or her expression, if one must be accurate."
So it had been no use. Lucy drew her feet under her and prepared to go.
"There is nothing at all to connect the little book you found with any particular student. You just remembered that you hadn't liked the looks of Miss Rouse; and so she was the culprit. The culprit- if there is one; I should be sorry to think that any Senior student of mine would stoop to such a subterfuge-the culprit is probably the prettiest and most innocent member of the set. You should know enough of human nature, as distinct from psychology, to know that."
Lucy was not sure whether it was this last thrust or the accusation of fastening crime on to plain faces, but she was very angry by the time she reached the door.
"There is just one point, Henrietta," she said, pausing with the door-knob in her hand.
"Yes?"
"Rouse managed to get a First in all her Finals so far."
"Yes."
"That is odd, isn't it."
"Not at all odd. She had worked very hard."