Haven't I told you?
To stay for ever.

She says"-- with a groan--"she is going to settle me! To--to _brush my hair_! To--make my tea.

She says I'm her guardian, and insists on living with me.

She doesn't understand! Hardinge," desperately, "what _am_ I to do ?" "Marry her!" suggests Hardinge, who I regret to say is choking with laughter.
"That is a _jest_!" says the professor haughtily.

This unusual tone from the professor strikes surprise to the soul of Hardinge.