Her heart was in a sudden turmoil.

This was indeed a bolt from the blue.

She, of course, knew that Rotherwood was let, but she had not heard the name of the tenants, and, as the subject was a sore one, had forborne to ask any questions at home.

It was surely the irony of fate that the house should be taken by people who had a daughter of her own age, and that this daughter should come to the College, and actually be placed in the same form as herself.

She seemed a rival ready-made.
Biased by jealous prejudice, Ingred's hastily-formed judgment reversed itself.
"I'm thankful I didn't move away from Verity to sit next to her," she thought.