Are you going now, Mr.Curzon?
Going _so soon ?_" "I have classes," says the professor.
"Students ?" says she.

"You teach them?
I wish I was a student.

I shouldn't have been given over to Aunt Jane then, or," with a rather wilful laugh, "if I had been I should have led her, oh!" rapturously, _"such a life!"_ It suggests itself to the professor that she is quite capable of doing that now, though she is _not_ of the sex male.
"Good-bye," says he, holding out his hand.
"You will come soon again ?" demands she, laying her own in it.
"Next week--perhaps." "Not till then?
I shall be dead then," says she, with a rather mirthless laugh this time.

"Do you know that you and Aunt Jane are the only two people in all London whom I know ?" "That is terrible," says he, quite sincerely.
"Yes.

Isn't it ?" "But soon you will know people.