"This is not for me," he said, "but I think I know some one whom it may interest."
"Oh, uncle! how delightful," said Rose, when she had looked at it; "the very thing I should enjoy!"
So it came to pass that Rose attended the lectures, entering very fully into them, and taking careful notes.
At the close of the course, the lecturer said he would like any of the students who felt sufficiently interested in the subject to write a paper, and send it in to him, giving a summary of the lectures, and asking any questions they might care to ask, at the end.
Rose and several others responded to the invitation, and wrote their papers.
For some time Rose heard no more about it, but one morning she was surprised to receive the following note:—
"Dear Madam,—I have felt much satisfaction in reading your paper, which I return, with a few notes and answers to your questions. It shows me with what intelligent interest you have followed my lectures.
"It may interest you to know that an examination for a scholarship at St. Margaret's Hall, the new college for women, is shortly to be held at Oxford; and if you care to pursue a subject for which you show much understanding, I would suggest your trying for it. I don't promise you success, but I think it is worth the venture. A friend of mine, a lady living in Oxford, receives lady students recommended by me, and would, I am sure, make you comfortable on very moderate terms. Yours truly,
"B. Fielding."
Rose read the letter two or three times and then passed it to her uncle. Had she the means to go there—if, oh, if she could only get the scholarship, how delightful it would be!