Her mistress listened carelessly, occasionally trying to soothe her, and in the middle of the stream of talk, Nora slipped away.
"It's horrid!--spending all that money on yourself," thought the girl of seventeen indignantly.

"And in Oxford too!--as if anybody wanted such things here." * * * * * Meanwhile, she was no sooner gone than her cousin sank down on the armchair, and broke into a slightly hysterical fit of laughter.
"Can we stand it, Annette?
We've got to try.

Of course you can leave me if you choose." "And I should like to know how you'd get on then!" said Annette, grimly, beginning again upon the boxes.
"Well, of course, I shouldn't get on at all.

But really we might give away a lot of these clothes! I shall never want them." The speaker looked frowning at the stacks of dresses and lingerie.
Annette made no reply; but went on busily with her unpacking.

If the clothes were to be got rid of, they were her perquisites.