"Yes; when I've taken my science degree I shall go up to London for hospital work—and then "—he gave a sigh of contentment—"I shall get my Medical—and then Germany. You ought to go to Cambridge, Joan."
"Is it expensive? Does it cost much?" she asked him.
"Well, that depends. Why, are you really going?"
She hesitated. "Elizabeth would like me to."
"Oh, yes, she was there, wasn't she? Well, you won't be there when I am, I'm afraid; we'll just miss it by a year."
"I don't suppose I shall go at all."
"Why not?"
"Oh, lots of reasons. We're poor, you know."
"Then try for a scholarship."
"I'd probably fail if I did."