The morning she spends among blue books and other waste matter at the British Museum, and she devotes the evening to sorting her information.

Willoughby commends her highly.
"And there is something I know you'll be very pleased to hear," she continued.

"Who do you think called on me yesterday?
Mrs.Willoughby.
Her husband wants me to spend August and September at a place they have taken in North Wales, and help him with his new book--as a private secretary, you know.

I said that I never went into society.

I must tell you this was the first time I had seen her.