He takes the letter indifferently, opens it languidly, and----Well, there isn't much languor after the perusal of it.
The professor sits up; literally this time slang is unknown to him; and re-reads it.

_That girl has come!_ There can't be any doubt of it.

He had almost forgotten her existence during these past tranquil months, when no word or hint about her reached him, but now, _here_ she is at last, descending upon him like a whirlwind.
A line in a stiff, uncompromising hand apprises the professor of the unwelcome fact.

The "line" is signed by "Jane Majendie," therefore there can be no doubt of the genuineness of the news contained in it.

Yes! that girl _has_ come! The professor never swears, or he might now perhaps have given way to reprehensible words.
Instead of that, he pulls himself together, and determines on immediate action.