"Miss Reynolds is a highly favoured person. I quite admit that there is nothing wonderful about her. But I like Miss Maclean, and if she gives up medicine she will be a terrible loss."
"She has been twice ploughed."
"The more shame to the examiners!"
"Doris," said Mona a few minutes later, as she entered the æsthetic drawing-room where her friend was sitting alone at tea, "stay me with Mazawattee and comfort me with crumpets, for I have just met my bête noire."
Doris looked up with a bright smile of welcome. "Come," she said, "'don't be narrow-minded'!"
Mona took up a down cushion and threw it at her friend.
"Pick that up, please," said Doris quietly. "If my aunt comes in and sees her new Liberty cushion on the floor, it will be the end of you, so far as her good graces are concerned."
Mona picked it up, half absently, and replaced it on the sofa.
"Well, go on. Tell me all about your bête noire. Who is he?"
"He, of course! How is one to break it to you, dear Doris, that every member of our charming sex is not at once a Hebe and a Minerva?"