It had been considered unnecessary for Juliana to develop an individuality of her own; enough for her that she belonged to Louisa, and was known as Louisa's sister.

Louisa's sister was a part of Louisa; Louisa was a part of St.Sidwell's College, Regent's Park; and St.Sidwell's College, Regent's Park, was a part--no, St.Sidwell's was the whole; it was the glorious world.

Miss Quincey had never seen, or even desired to see any other.

That college was to her a place of exquisite order and light.
Light that was filtered through the high tilted windows, and reflected from a prevailing background of green tiles and honey-white pine, from countless rows of shining desks and from hundreds of young faces.

Light, the light of ideas, that streamed from the platform in the great hall where three times in the year Miss Cursiter gave her address to the students and teachers of St.Sidwell's.
Now Miss Cursiter was a pioneer at war with the past, a woman of vast ambitions, a woman with a system and an end; and she chose her instruments finely, toiling early and late to increase their brilliance and efficiency.