“No,” said the Archdeacon. “I have eight meetings to attend to-day.”
“I mustn’t keep you then. How is everybody at home? Canon Beresford and Lalage quite well?”
“I saw Lalage Beresford this morning. I was passing through college on my way to one of my meetings and I saw her standing outside the big hall. She’s in her first junior sophister examination to-day.”
“Ord?” I said.
“What?”
“Ord?” I repeated. “You said Jun. Soph., didn’t you?”
“I said junior sophister.”
“Quite so, and it would be Ord., wouldn’t it?”
“It’s an ordinary, if that’s what you mean.”
“An ordinary,” I said, “is, I suppose, an examination of a commonplace kind.”