Why, she had imagined herself in love with him for a whole week! Then, suddenly, she perceived that in her absence of mind she was running straight into a trio of undergraduates who were hurriedly stepping off the path to avoid her.

They looked at her, and she at them.
They seemed to her all undersized, plain and sallow.

They carried books, and two wore glasses.

"Those are what _he_ used to call 'smugs'!" she thought contemptuously, her imagination still full of the laughing Italian youths on their glistening horses.

And, she began to make disparaging remarks about English young men to Annette.