dBooks desire

I don't care about the Girton
stamp; those of them whom I have known are so hard."
"So much the better for them," she answered. "I should like to be hard
as a stone; a stone cannot feel. Don't you think that women ought to
learn, then?"
"Do you?" he asked.
"Yes, certainly."
"Have you learnt anything?"
"I have taught myself a little and picked up something at the college.
But I have no real knowledge, only a smattering of things."
"What do you know--French and German?"
"Yes."
"Latin?"
"Yes, I know something of it."
"Greek?"
"I can read it fairly, but I am not a Greek scholar."
"Mathematics?"
"No, I gave them up. There is no human nature about mathematics. They
work everything to a fixed conclusion that must result. Life is not like
that; what ought to be a square comes out a right angle, and _x_ always
equals an unknown quantity, which is never ascertained till you are
dead."
"Good gracious!" thought Geoffrey to himself between the strokes of the
paddle, "what an extraordinary girl. A flesh-and-blood blue-stocking,
and a lovely one into the bargain.


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