Clare frowned.
"If she can't keep order——"
"She can teach anyhow," said Alwynne quickly. "I was at the other end of the room once, working. I listened a little. It's only Agatha. Mademoiselle can tackle the others. She's effective in a delicate way; but senseless, noisy rotting—it breaks her up. She loses her temper. Of course, it's funny to watch. But I hate that sort of thing. I did when I was a schoolgirl even, didn't you?"
"I don't remember." But in the back of Clare's mind was a class-room and herself, contemptuously impertinent to a certain ineffective Miss Loveday.
Alwynne continued, frowning—
"Anyhow, I wish you'd do something."
Clare yawned.
"One mustn't interfere with other departments—unasked."
"Well, I ask you." Alwynne was in earnest.
"Why?"