‘I think I do,’ Mildred replied a little wistfully, and she cast a last look on the young man whom she must admire no more. Ralph opened the door marked students only, and they went down the stone steps. When they came to where the men and women separated for their different rooms, Mildred asked Ralph if he were going out to lunch? He hesitated, and then answered that it took too long to go to a restaurant. Mildred guessed by his manner that he had no money.
‘There’s no place in the gallery where we can get lunch—you women are luckier than us men. What do they give you in your room?’
‘You mean in the way of meat? Cold meat, beef and ham, pork pies. But
I don’t care for meat, I never touch it.’
‘What do you eat?’
‘There are some nice cakes. I’ll go and get some; we’ll share them.’
‘No
