Miss Oliphant's merry eyes twinkled.

"Look down this long hall," she said. "Observe that door at the
further end-- that is the students' door; through that door you ought
to have entered."

"Yes-- well, well?"

"What an impatient 'well, well.' I shall make you quite an
enthusiastic Benetite before dinner is over."

Priscilla blushed.

"I am sorry I spoke too eagerly," she said.

"Oh, no, not a bit too eagerly."

"But please tell me where I ought to have seated myself."

"There is a table near that lower entrance, Miss----"

"Peel," interposed Priscilla. "My name is Priscilla Peel."

"How quaint and great-grandmotherly. Quite delicious! Well, Miss Peel,
by that entrance door is a table, a table rather in a draught, and
consecrated to the freshers-- there the freshers humbly partake of
nourishment."

"I see. Then I am as far from the right place as I can be."