There's no end to the examinations he has passed.

He's thinking of taking the D.
Litt at London; it's awfully stiff, you know." When they parted, about eleven o'clock, Miss Tomalin went upstairs humming a passage from a Beethoven sonata.

She declared herself enchanted with her room, and hoped she might wake early, to make the coming day all the longer.
At ten next morning, Constance was summoned to the upstairs room where Lady Ogram sometimes sat when neither so unwell as to stay in bed nor quite well enough to come down.

A bad night had left the old lady with a ghastly visage, but she smiled with grim contentment as her secretary entered.
"Come, I want you to tell me what you talked about.

Where is she now?
What is she doing ?" "Miss Tomalin is in the library, rejoicing among the books." "She is very intellectual," said Lady Ogram.