'Go to Girton!'

'Yes, go to Girton. I've never had any proper education. I should like
to learn Greek. Living here, cooped up with a man all one's life isn't
my idea. I should like to see more of my own sex. Mrs. Fargus told me
about the emulation of the class-rooms, about the gymnasium, about the
dances the girls had in each other's rooms. She never enjoyed any
dances like those. She said that I must feel lonely living in a house
without another woman.'

'I know what it'll be. I shall never hear the end of Mrs. Fargus. I
wish I'd never asked them.'

'Men are so selfish! If by any chance they do anything that pleases
any one but themselves, how they regret it.'

Harold was about the middle height, but he gave the impression of a
small man. He was good-looking; but his features were without charm,
for his mind was uninteresting--a dry, barren mind, a somewhat stubbly
mind--but there was an honest kindliness in his little eyes which was
absent from his sister's. The conversation had paused, and he glanced
quickly every now and then at her pretty, wistful face, expressive at
this moment of much irritated and nervous dissatisfaction; also an
irritated obstinacy lurked in her eyes, and, knowing how obstinate she
was in her ideas, Harold sincerely dreaded that she might go off to
Girton to learn Greek--any slightest word might precipitate the
catastrophe.

'I think at least that I might have a companion,' she said at last.