ALICE HEYDINGER
"I have this book of yours, Miss Heydinger," he said.
"I am glad you have written that paper on Socialism," she replied, taking the brown-covered volume.
They walked along the little passage towards the biological laboratory side by side, and she stopped at the hat pegs to remove her hat. For that was the shameless way of the place, a girl student had to take her hat off publicly, and publicly assume the holland apron that was to protect her in the laboratory. Not even a looking-glass!
"I shall come and hear your paper," she said.
"I hope you will like it," said Lewisham at the door of the laboratory.
"And in the vacation I have been collecting evidence about ghosts—you remember our arguments. Though I did not tell you in my letters."
"I'm sorry you're still obdurate," said Lewisham. "I thought that was over."
"And have you read 'Looking Backwards'?"
"I want to."
"I have it here with my other books, if you'd care for me to lend it to you. Wait till I reach my table. My hands are so full."
They entered the laboratory together, Lewisham holding the door open courtly-wise, Miss Heydinger taking a reassuring pat at her hair. Near the door was a group of four girls, which Miss Heydinger joined, holding the brown-covered book as inconspicuously as possible. Three of them had been through the previous two years with her, and they greeted her by her Christian name. They had
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