"Nobody at all particular; only May Firth, Ella Johnson, and Doris Kennedy. Do you see that new girl crossing the quad? I believe she comes from our part of the world. She was starting too when I was setting off; they nearly put her in my carriage, only luckily the guard had locked the door."
"What's her name? I don't remember seeing her at Waverton."
"I daresay not. Her name's Jean Bannerman, and she lives in one of those houses at the end of the park. I met her once at a party, but we don't know them at all."
"Does she seem nice?"
"I'm sure I can't tell. I wasn't much impressed with her. Have you unpacked?"
"No, not yet. My box hasn't been brought upstairs."
"It's there now. I saw John carrying it to your room. I should think you'd better go and take your things out."
"Won't you come with me, Muriel?" asked Patty, rather shyly. "I don't know where I'm expected to put my clothes."
"Haven't time," said Muriel, shaking her head. "I've got all my own to do. It's easy enough; you've only to pop them into your drawers and your wardrobe. Supper's at seven in the refectory. Why, there's Gwendolen Farmer. I simply must go and speak to her. Ta-ta!"
And Muriel ran away to the other side of the quadrangle, leaving Patty standing alone upon the steps.