And _this_ particular young woman looks a little unsafe at the present moment.
"I have told you! I am tired of this life.

I am dull--stupid.

I want to go out." Her lovely eyes are flashing, her face is white--her lips trembling.

"_Take_ me out," says she suddenly.
"Perpetua!" exclaims Miss Majendie.

"How unmaidenly! How immodest!" Perpetua looks at her with large, surprised eyes.
"Why ?" says she.
"I really think," interrupts the professor hurriedly, who sees breakers ahead, "if I were to take Perpetua for a walk--a drive--to--er--to some place or other--it might destroy this _ennui_ of which she complains.