Five-and-twenty years ago she had been arithmetic teacher, vaguely attached to the Second Division, and she was arithmetic teacher still.

Miss Quincey was going on for fifty; she had out-lived the old Head, and now she was the oldest teacher there, twice as old as Miss Vivian, the new Classical Mistress, older, far older than Miss Cursiter.

She had found her way into St.Sidwell's, not because she was brilliant or efficient, but because her younger sister Louisa already held an important post there.
Louisa was brilliant and efficient enough for anybody, so brilliant and so efficient that the glory of it rested on her family.

And when she married the Greek master and went away Juliana stayed on as a matter of course, wearing a second-hand aureole of scholarship and supporting a tradition.
She stayed on and taught arithmetic for one thing.

And when she was not teaching arithmetic, she was giving little dictations, setting little themes, controlling some fifty young and very free translators of _Le Philosophe sous les Toils_.