“And do you always have your meals with that sort of stream of learning pouring down you?”
“Oh no; most times he is silent.”
“That must be much better,” said Hermione, with a profound sigh.
“I don’t know; it’s rather dull. We aren’t allowed to talk when the Professor is silent.”
“Bless him! And Grace is such a chatterbox, you know.”
“She is very, very nice,” I said.
Just then the Professor came in.
“Where is Dumps?” he said.
I jumped to my feet.
“Good-bye, child,” he said, holding out his hand limply. Then he drew me to him and pressed a very light kiss on my forehead.