If she were to go to her, she would be taken back again.

Perpetua knows that." "Perpetua! Is that her name?
What a peculiar one?
Perpetua----" "Miss Wynter," sharply.
"Perpetua--Miss Wynter! Exactly so! It sounds like--Dorothea--Lady Highflown! Well, _your_ Lady Highflown doesn't seem to have many friends here.

What a pity you can't send her back to Australia!" The professor is silent.
"It would suit all sides.

I daresay the poor girl is pining for the freedom of her old home.

And, I must say, it is hard lines for you.
A girl with a temper, to be----" "I did not say she had a temper." Hardinge has risen to get himself some whisky and soda, but pauses to pat the professor affectionately on the back.
"Of _course_ not! Don't I know you?
You would die first! She might worry your life out, and still you would rise up to defend her at every corner.