Professor. Oh, so that’s what the botanical specimen is for, is it?—Yes?——
Miss Tuckey. “Please keep it till I come, then I will tell you all about it——”
Professor. Miss Tuckey, I wish you would not leave that door open! There’s a dreadful draught at my back.
Miss Tuckey. It isn’t open sir.
Professor. Well, there’s a draught somewhere—Quite a wind! It seemed to come all of a sudden; and there! it has blown away Miss Elfrida’s leaf that was here a moment ago. (He friggles and moves his head uneasily, as though the draught still afflicted him) You had better rearrange that screen. Well, is that all the letter?
Miss Tuckey. Yes, sir, except she sends her love. (She goes and re-arranges the screen)
Professor. Very well. That is all, thank you, for the present. Just draw down those blinds before you go. The light is too strong, it tries my eyes. (Miss Tuckey lowers the blinds) I should be glad to have that article for Hibbered’s copied before post-time.
Miss Tuckey. Certainly, sir.
Professor. And when Miss Elfrida comes will you send her up to me?
Miss Tuckey. Yes, sir.