About half-a-dozen girls were already assembled in the cloak-room when she entered.
"Well, Miss Maclean, how are you feeling?"
"Hardened," said Mona, taking off her hat, but she did not look particularly hardened.
"'In my heart if calm at all
If any calm, a calm despair,'"
quoted Miss Lascelles.
"Do tell me about the cardiac branches of the pneumo-gastric," said some one.
Miss Lascelles proceeded to give the desired information, while the others discussed the never-settled question of the number of marks required for a pass.
"It seems to me that x equals the most you can make plus one," and Mona sighed resignedly.
"Now, ladies, please," said an imposing individual in broadcloth, and the little party was marshalled through the hall to the examination-room.
"Why has Miss Maclean done her hair like that?" said a student with a mind at leisure from itself. "It is not half so becoming as the old way."