He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead.
‘Anyhow,’ he went on, ‘I’m thankful you aren’t a don.’
‘That’s all very well,’ said Harriet austerely; ‘but I’m a Senior Member of College and I must feel responsibility. This isn’t the kind of thing one wants.’
She turned a cold glance on the unfortunate Miss Cattermole, to whom the worst was happening.
‘I’m sure we didn’t want it,’ said Mr. Pomfret, averting his eyes; ‘but what could we do? It’s no good trying to corrupt your porter,’ he added ingenuously; ‘it’s been tried.’
‘Indeed?’ said Harriet. ‘No; you wouldn’t get much change out of Padgett. Was anybody else there from Shrewsbury?’
‘Yes—Miss Flaxman and Miss Blake. But they had ordinary leave to come and went off at about eleven. So they’re all right.’
‘They ought to hav
