'As you will find, Tommy, if she comes to Oxford, and learns certain things.

It will be farewell to your chance of having that milksop of a Marquis for a pupil!' Now, it was one of Mr.Thomasson's highest ambitions at this time to have the young Marquis of Carmarthen entrusted to him; and Lady Dunborough was connected with the family, and, it was said, had interest there.

He was silent.
'You see,' Mr.Dunborough continued, marking with a chuckle the effect his words had produced, 'you have got to get her.' Mr.Thomasson did not admit that that was so, but he writhed in his chair; and presently he took his leave and went away, his plump pale face gloomy and the crow's feet showing plain at the corners of his eyes.

He had given no promise; but that evening a messenger from the college requested Mrs.Masterson to attend at his rooms on the following morning.
She did not go.

At the appointed hour, however, there came a knock on the tutor's door, and that gentleman, who had sent his servant out of the way, found Mr.Fishwick on the landing.