"It is what is _she_ going to do ?" _"Next!"_ supplements Hardinge.

"Quite so! It would be a clever fellow who would answer that, straight off.

I say, Curzon, what a pretty girl she is, though.

Pretty isn't the word.

Lovely, I----" The professor gets up suddenly.
"Not that," says he, raising his hand in his gentle fashion--that has now something of haste in it.