'A bedmaker with a legal adviser! It's the height of impudence! Begone, sir, and take it from me, that the best advice you can give her is to attend me within the hour.' Mr.Fishwick looked rather blue.

'If it has nothing to do with her property,' he said reluctantly, and as if he had gone too far.
'Property!' said Mr.Thomasson, gasping.
'Or her affairs.' 'Affairs!' the tutor cried.

'I never heard of a bedmaker having affairs.' 'Well,' said the lawyer doggedly, and with the air of a man goaded into telling what he wished to conceal, 'she is leaving Oxford.

That is the fact.' 'Oh!' said Mr.Thomasson, falling on a sudden into the minor key.

'And her daughter ?' 'And her daughter.' 'That is unfortunate,' the tutor answered, thoughtfully rubbing his hands.