A girl with a temper, to be----" "I did not say she had a temper." Hardinge has risen to get himself some whisky and soda, but pauses to pat the professor affectionately on the back.
"Of _course_ not! Don't I know you?
You would die first! She might worry your life out, and still you would rise up to defend her at every corner.

You should get her a satisfactory home as soon as you can--it would ease your mind; and, after all, as she knows no one here, she is bound to behave herself until you can come to her help." "She would behave herself, as you call it," says the professor angrily, "any and everywhere.

She is a lady.

She has been well brought up.

I am her guardian, she will do nothing without _my_ permission!" _"Won't she!"_ A sound, outside the door strikes on the ears of both men at this moment.