"For the representative of our College," said Edna, with a little low laugh, quite obviously meant to imply that she thought it best to look upon Sir Julian's captiousness as having been humorously intended.
"There won't be very much in it. Only a question of looking at the buildings, and answering anything the local authorities may want to ask."
"Would that young Mr. Cooper be competent?"
"Anyone would be competent."
An all but imperceptible smile hovered on Lady Rossiter's lips.
"Then, Julian, why don't you send that unfortunate Miss Marchrose? If a break is made, easily and naturally, she can begin again at the College on a different footing. You know there's a certain amount of talk going on there?"
There was a long pause. Sir Julian did not ask, "What about?"
Finally he said: "It's Fuller's business to decide who's going to Gloucester. I'm not responsible for the details of running the staff there in any way. Nor is the question an important one."
"Ah," breathed Edna, "you know that I can't quite think with you there, Julian. To me, they are all immortal souls."
"How will Gloucester affect the immortality of their souls?" Sir Julian enquired.