He got up, a little abruptly, and said good night.
Harriet thought how humiliating it was to have one’s ignorance exposed.
Ten days before the beginning of term, Harriet could bear London no longer. The final touch was put to her disgust by the sight of an advance notice of Death ‘twixt Wind and Water, embodying an exceptionally fulsome blurb. She developed an acute homesickness for Oxford and for the Study of Lefanu—a book which would never have any advertising value, but of which some scholar might some day moderately observe, ’Miss Vane has handled her subject with insight and accuracy.’ She rang up the Bursar, discovered that she could be accommodated at Shrewsbury, and fled back to Academe.
College was empty, but for herself, the Bursar and Treasurer, and Miss Barton, who vanished
