She recalled his watch-words--Unity--Imagination, and saw again the bubbles meeting in her tea-cup as he spoke of sisters and canaries, boyhood and his father, her small world becoming wonderfully enlarged.
"But all people don't seem to you equally interesting, do they ?" asked Mrs.Ambrose.
Rachel explained that most people had hitherto been symbols; but that when they talked to one they ceased to be symbols, and became--"I could listen to them for ever!" she exclaimed.

She then jumped up, disappeared downstairs for a minute, and came back with a fat red book.
"_Who's_ _Who_," she said, laying it upon Helen's knee and turning the pages.

"It gives short lives of people--for instance: 'Sir Roland Beal; born 1852; parents from Moffatt; educated at Rugby; passed first into R.E.; married 1878 the daughter of T.Fishwick; served in the Bechuanaland Expedition 1884-85 (honourably mentioned).

Clubs: United Service, Naval and Military.

Recreations: an enthusiastic curler.'" Sitting on the deck at Helen's feet she went on turning the pages and reading biographies of bankers, writers, clergymen, sailors, surgeons, judges, professors, statesmen, editors, philanthropists, merchants, and actresses; what clubs they belonged to, where they lived, what games they played, and how many acres they owned.
She became absorbed in the book.
Helen meanwhile stitched at her embroidery and thought over the things they had said.