‘Helen is a great dancer too!’
Maud gave a little laugh.
‘The lighter side,’ she said, ‘that we can hardly call Art!’
I wondered why Walter had said it. I thought he might have known that Maud would not count dancing ‘Art.’
‘It can be Art,’ said Walter doggedly. ‘Have you seen the Russian Ballet?’
I was surprised that Walter should have seen it himself.
Maud laughed again, her quick, business-like laugh.
‘I am afraid I have no time for Ballets,’ she said:
‘Helen will not find much time to dance when she is married, I am afraid. I am afraid Academic life will seem a little strange to you at first. We are poor, dull people you know, my dear, but we have our good points, if you take us as you find us! And now, would you like a walk round? We have extended the playing field since you were here last, Walter, and there are some new books in the Classical Library.’
Walter and I were not alone all the evening. There were prayers for the boarders, and supper in a big dining hall, only two tables, at the end in use, for the day girls were not there.