"It rather made me shudder when those two poor children spoke the name so glibly. 'A Story of the Sexes'—imagine their knowing such a word at all, at their age!"
Sir Julian shrugged his shoulder. "Nothing could surprise me, from the egregious Ruthie. I suppose I shall have to congratulate Mark Easter on his half-sister's achievement this morning."
"Are you going to the College?"
"I must. There is a meeting of the directors, and I have to take the chair."
"Not a General Committee meeting?" said Lady Rossiter quickly.
"No, Edna," replied her husband, with a great finality. "Not a General Committee meeting."
If he did not add an ejaculatory thanksgiving aloud to the statement, his wife was none the less aware that he regarded with the extreme of disfavour her presence at the general meetings of the committee which presided over that venture known as the "Commercial and Technical College for the South-West of England." On this reflection, Lady Rossiter infused as much proprietary interest as possible into the tone of her next enquiry.
"Have we got a Lady Superintendent yet? I can't bear to think of all my girls without a woman to look after them. There are so many little things for which women need a woman."
"One of the subjects before the meeting to-day is to discuss an application for the post. Fuller thinks he has found some one."
Edna Rossiter raised her well-marked, dark eyebrows.