It took a moment for the meaning to sink in, mostly because Lydia, although she could have distinguished a parathyroid from a parathymus at sight, couldn't immediately remember whether the Austrians were allied with the Germans or with England. But when it did, the implications made her shiver.

"Is it from the master, ma'am?"

She looked up. Ellen, who had brought the telegram to her with her tea, lingered in the study door, big red hands tucked under her apron. Last night's inky downpour had dwindled this morning to a slow, steady drench from a sky like steel; beyond the tall windows, Holywell Street was a shining pebblework of cobble and wet, softened by Lydia 's myopia to a gentle sepia and silver Manet. The tall brown wall of New College across the road was nearly black with damp. Now and then a student would pass, or a don, faceless ghosts nevertheless identifiable-even as Ellen was identifiable-by their bodies and the way they moved: there was no question, to Lydia, of mistaking the little banty-cock Dean of Brasenose, with his self-important strut, for the equally diminutive but self- effacing Dr. Vyrdon of Christ Church.

Lydia drew a deep breath, blinking huge brown eyes in the direction of the dark square of the hall door, and realized for the first time that morning that she was starving. "Yes," she said. "He was called away unexpectedly to Paris." "Tcha!" Ellen shook her head disapprovingly. "And in all that rain! What's in Paris that's more important than him coming home last night, and you so worried?"

Since Lydia couldn't very well reply, Probably a partnership that will begin with Germany conquering England and end God knows where, she said nothing. Ellen went on cheerily, "I told you not to worry about Mr. James, didn't I, ma'am? With all that rain it'd stand to reason he'd be delayed, though I never did think of Paris, myself. Something to do with investments, like as not." Ellen had worked for some years for Lydia 's father and was used to the fact that if the master of the house departed suddenly, it had to do with investments. "Though I didn't know," she added, with one of her occasional bursts of sapience, "as he had any."