Belvoir’s: “Why, Galton proved that long ago. It stands to reason—”
Lib’s: “Shoot that man!”
A pause in the universe. Then the lightest sound of feet tripping down the stairs, the flutter of a white skirt in the corridor, and an apparition crossed the door. At unexpected sight of me, the apparition became motionless in a pretty sort of confusion, while I staggered to my modest height.
“Oh, Mr. Bannerlee! I didn’t expect to find you here. That horrid old man!”
“Why, er—good heavens, Miss Lebetwood, what do you mean?”
“Blenkinson.”
“What, the Master of University College!”
“Why, no—”
“That’s only my ambition for him, you know. When the post is vacant, I intend to put up his name for it. But what’s the wretch done?”
“He scolded me!”