"Yes. I hope you're going to let me give you some tea, Lady Rossiter."
"Presently, but you mustn't let us put you out. Don't alter anything—I love taking things just as I find them.... But tell me why you went to the farm; I thought it rather wonderful of you to strike out such a new line, instead of going to rooms in Church Street or St. Mary-Welcome's, as they all do."
"There are no rooms vacant in Church Street, I believe," said Miss Marchrose, very curtly indeed.
Julian felt convinced that she wished the implication made that had rooms been available she would have selected them, and equally certain that the implication would have been untrue.
"Is Easter here to-day?" he enquired abruptly.
"Yes; I'll let him know you've come. He generally has tea in here, and so does Mr. Fuller."
She went to the telephone.
"You mustn't let us interrupt your work if there's anything you want to finish before tea," Edna told her. "I know what it means to all of you to get through by six o'clock sharp, especially in these late summer evenings when it's already getting dark early. It must be too cruel to be robbed of even a few moments of fresh air and liberty."
Julian remembered Mark's eulogies.
"What time do you leave the College, I wonder?" he asked her, smiling slightly.