But this is by the way.
As the College clock struck one, Miss Quincey walked home as usual and went up into her bedroom without a word.

She opened a drawer and took from it her Post Office Savings Bank book and looked over her account.
There stood to her credit the considerable sum of twenty-seven pounds four shillings and eight pence.

No, not quite that, for the blouse, the abominable blouse, had been paid for out of her savings and it had cost a guinea.

Twenty-six pounds three shillings and eight pence was all that she had saved in five-and-twenty years.

This, with the term's salary which Miss Cursiter had insisted on, was enough to keep her going for a year.