Mrs. Hooper straightened her thin shoulders.
“Well, and you give her the advantage of your name and your reputation here. It is not as though you were a young don, a nobody. You’ve made your position. Everybody asks us to all the official things—and Connie, of course, will be asked, too.”
A smile crept round Dr. Hooper’s weak and pleasant mouth.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Ellen, that Connie will find Oxford society very amusing after Rome and the Riviera.”
“That will be her misfortune,” said Mrs. Hooper, stoutly. “Anyway, she will have all the advantages we have. We take her with us, for instance, to the Vice-Chancellor’s to-night?”
“Do we?” Dr. Hooper groaned. “By the way, can’t you let me off, Ellen? I’ve got such a heap of work to do.”
“Certainly not! People who shut themselves up never get on, Ewen. I’ve just finished mending your gown, on purpose. How you tear it as you do, I can’t think! But I was speaking of Connie. We shall take her, of course—”
“Have you asked her?”
“I told her we were all going—and to meet Lord Glaramara. She didn’t say anything.”
Dr. Hooper laughed.