The master of St. Benedict's, Vol. 2 (of 2)

Lucy was five minutes late the next morning in keeping her appointment--at least, her understood appointment--in the lane. There was a reasonable excuse for it. It was not a mor...

What on earth possessed Lucy to go out into the lane again the next morning at that ridiculously early hour, before seven o'clock, she could never tell. She was not anxious abou...

The term wore on, and there was nothing talked of in Cambridge but examinations. How could one talk about anything else when it was the subject uppermost in everybody's mind? Th...

It was clearly Lucy's duty not to go back to Newnham, whatever Maria Stubbs' hurry might be, until she had told her Cousin Mary what had passed between her and Wyatt Edgell in t...

Honours. There could be no doubt about Wyatt Edgell being 'through' in the 'first part.' He was quite safe in going back to work for Honours. There is a week between the end of...

It was a dreadful time of heartburnings at Newnham through all the next week; not at Newnham only, but all over Cambridge. So many Triposes were on, and the week's interval betw...

Lucy neglected those dear old people at the lodge shamefully. She was afraid to go to St. Benedict's lest she should meet Wyatt Edgell in the courts, or in the cloisters, or eve...

Lucy saw no more of Pamela until after Hall. She thought she had escaped--quite escaped. After all, Pamela had not seen much; she had only seen Wyatt Edgell talking to her at th...

It was the oddest state of things that can be imagined at Newnham all through that next week. The order of everything was reversed. It had been all work--real, desperate work--n...

It was rather hard to spare Nurse Brannan on this particular morning; harder than usual. The Master had passed a bad night; he had not slept at all, and he was decidedly weaker....

The old Master of St. Benedict's had not found the Vicarage gate when Lucy got back to the lodge. He had been searching for it all through the long June day, and he had not foun...

The Senior Tutor took all the trouble of the funeral--or the funerals, rather--off the Master's nieces. He came over directly he heard that the Master was dead, and arranged eve...

Lucy couldn't do things like other girls. She couldn't go straight to Cousin Mary and tell her that the Senior Tutor, the new Master of St. Benedict's, had asked her to be his w...

October had come, and term had begun again, and Cambridge was full of new faces--fresh young faces that would soon lose their smoothness and roundness, and that delightful ingen...

The lodge had taken months to restore and refurnish, and the work had been carried out quite regardless of expense. It only wanted one thing when it was finished--a mistress to...