“But Miss Frere said something about wishing to see me after dinner,” said Leslie. “She is one of the tutors, is she not?”
“Oh, yes, such a darling; the dearest, sweetest woman on earth. But surely you don’t want to talk over books to-night?”
“Yes, I do. I should like to settle down to my work as quickly as possible.”
“Well, of course you can speak to Miss Frere; but I don’t think she can give you much of her time, for she is to open the debate. She is our classical tutor. Are you classical, Miss Gilroy?”
“No: I came here to study literature,” replied Leslie.
“In that case you won’t have anything to do with Miss Frere. Miss Maple is the tutor who will look after you and arrange your lectures. I will just speak to Miss Frere. Oh, come with me if you like; we can both speak to her.”
Jane Heriot slipped her hand through Leslie’s arm, drew her up the room to where Miss Frere was talking to a number of students, and then touched the tutor on the arm.
“Ah, my dear,” said Miss Frere, turning to Leslie, “you would like to have a little talk with me?”
“But, please, Miss Frere,” interrupted Jane, “Miss Gilroy has just told me that she is going to study literature.”
“In that case I am not the tutor who will have to look after you,” replied Miss Frere. “Shall I introduce you to Miss Maple now, or will you wait until the morning?”