She knew it was two hundred and fifty pounds.

Her father was never reticent about such things, and had named the figure at once.
'Why wasn't Miss Bremerton doing something for the war?
_Greek_ indeed! when there was this fearful thing going on!' And in the evening air, as the girl turned her face towards the moonrise, she seemed to hear the booming of the Flanders guns.
And now Miss Bremerton was to do the housekeeping, and to play tutor and chaperon to her.

Pamela resented both.

If she was not to be allowed to scrub in a hospital, she might at least have learnt some housekeeping at home, for future use.

As for the Greek lessons, it was not easy for her to be positively rude to any one, but she promised herself a good deal of passive resistance on that side.