She was converted, as by lightning.

She yielded to the ecstasy of discipleship.
Here--somehow, inexplicably, incomprehensively--here was the answer to the enigma of her long desire.

And it was an answer original, strange, distinguished, unexpected, unique; yes, and divine! How lovely, how beatific, to be the master of this enchanted key! "It must be very interesting!" she said, low, with the venturesome shyness of a deer that is reassured.
"I don't mind telling you this," Mr.Cannon went on, with the fire of the prophet.

"I've got something coming along pretty soon"-- he repeated more slowly--"I've got something coming along pretty soon, where there'll be scope for a young lady that can write shorthand _well_.

I can't tell you what it is, but it's something different from anything there's ever been in this town; _and_ better." His eyes masterfully held hers, seeming to say: "I'm vague.