Monday dawned with misty sunshine after much rain.

In the Turl after luncheon, Sorell met Nora Hooper hurrying along with note-books under her arm.

They turned down Brasenose Lane together, and she explained that she was on her way to the Bodleian where she was already at work on her first paid job.

Her pleasure in it, and the childish airs she gave herself in regard to it, touched and amused Sorell, with whom--through the Greek lessons--she had become a great favourite.
As they parted at the doorway leading to the Bodleian, she said with a mischievous look-- "Did you know Mr.Falloden's party is off ?" And she explained that for the following day, Falloden had arranged the most elaborate and exclusive of river-parties, with tea in the private gardens of a famous house, ten miles from Oxford.

His mother and sister had been coming down for it, and he had asked other people from London.
"It was all for Connie--and Connie's had to scratch! And Mr.Falloden has put it all off.