"What on earth has brought her here at all ?" "To _stay._ Haven't I told you?
To stay for ever.

She says"-- with a groan--"she is going to settle me! To--to _brush my hair!_ To--make my tea.

She says I'm her guardian, and insists on living with me.
She doesn't understand! Hardinge," desperately, "what _am_ I to do ?" "Marry her!" suggests Hardinge, who, I regret to say is choking with laughter.
"That is a _jest!"_ says the professor haughtily.

This unusual tone from the professor strikes surprise to the soul of Hardinge.

He looks at him.