"Both."
"Oh! A board school!" Alwynne's interest flagged.
"Scarcely!" Alicia laughed. "Haven't you heard of Dene Compton? And you a school-mistress!"
Alwynne was politely blank.
"The thin end of the co-educational wedge. It's unique—or was, till a few years ago. There are several now, dotted about England. You ladies' seminaries should be trembling in your shoes."
"Boys and girls! What a mad idea! Yes, I believe Clare—I believe I did hear something about it. It's all cranks and simple lifers and socialists though, isn't it?"
"You'd better come up one day and see. I'll take you."
"Why, do you know them?"
"I teach there."
"You? Oh—I beg your pardon," cried Alwynne strickenly.