well, that was the end.
I told her--amongst _other_ things--that I thought she was 'too old to be alive,' and she didn't seem to mind the 'other things' half as much as that, though they were awful.

At all events," with a little wave of her hands, "she's lectured me now for good; I shall never see _her_ again! I've run away to you! See ?" It must be acknowledged that the professor _doesn't_ see.

He is still sitting on the edge of the table--dumb.
"Oh! I'm so _glad_ I've left her," says Perpetua, with indeed heartfelt delight in look and tone.

"But--do you know--I'm hungry.

You--you couldn't let me make you a cup of tea, could you?
I'm dreadfully thirsty! What's that in your glass ?" "Nothing," says the professor hastily.