"You're not often here, are you?... Yes, tea, please. No—nothing with it."
Fenella leaned forward confidently. "It's my very first visit. Don't tell, will you? I fudged a ticket."
"'Fudged'?"
"Came with another girl's—Phyllis Harmans. Do you know her?"
The gray eyes twinkled. "No. You're the only lady I ever speak to in the Museum."
"Would I get into any trouble if I was found out?"
"We'd all get into trouble if we were found out. The best way is not to attract attention. Don't drop your books again."
"Is it hard to get a ticket?"
"It's criminally easy. But I shouldn't advise you to. It's a place for old fogies like me. You look pale. Do you get plenty of outdoor exercise?"
Fenella rubbed her cheek. "That's not paleness. You're fussy, like mummy. I'm a healthy brute. And I shouldn't call you an old fogy. You're—brown. Have you travelled much?"