Miss Newland looked more alarmed than ever.
‘I don’t seem able to think,’ she confessed. ‘I forget things and go blank.’
‘Of course you do,’ said the Dean, briskly. ‘Sure sign you’re doing too much. Stop it at once. Get up now and get yourself some food and then take a nice novel or something, or find somebody to have a knock-up with you.’
‘Please don’t bother, Miss Martin. I’d rather go on with this. I don’t feel like eating and I don’t care about tennis-I wish you wouldn’t bother!’ she finished, rather hysterically.
‘All right,’ said the Dean; ‘bless you, I don’t want to fuss. But do be sensible.’
‘I will, really, Miss Martin. I’ll just finish this paper. I couldn’t feel comfortable if I hadn’t. I’ll have something to eat then and go to bed. I promise I will.’
‘That’s a good girl.’
