"Played! Anything else?"
"No. A second class in chemistry."
"And that's nothing? We have grown very high and mighty all of a sudden. Who's got the medal in physiology?"
"A woman!"
"Name?"
"Miss—Maclean, I think;" and Dudley was amazed to find himself blushing.
"When do you go down?"
"To-night."
"That's right! But look here, dear boy. Take a word of advice with you. Keep out of the way of the siren!"
"You go to——!" Dudley stopped short, but his eyes flashed fire.