He showed her into the study with grave deference.

The Professor was still immersed in his work.

He greeted her kindly, and with a little sigh laid down his pen.
"Well, young lady," he said, "have you thought of something I can do ?" She took no notice of the chair to which he pointed, and rested her hand upon his shoulder.
"Professor," she begged, "go and see Mr.Quest! He is in the Tombs prison.
It would be the kindest thing any one could possibly do." The Professor glanced regretfully at his manuscript, but he did not hesitate.

He rose promptly to his feet.
"If you think he would appreciate it, I will go at once," he decided.
Her face shone with gratitude.
"That is really very kind of you, Professor," she declared.
"I will send for my coat and we will go together, if you like," he suggested.
She smiled.
"I am going the other way, back to Georgia Square," she explained.

"No, please don't ring.