last term I wouldn't need to be thinking about next September's courses then let me remind you that, first, I personally need the work and, secondly, we personally need the money and, thirdly, that women having fought for centuries to get the meagre rights they've got, including the right not to lose their jobs because some careless fellow puts them up the stick, I am not about to renounce those rights just because you're feeling all patriarchal and protective. Excuse me.'

When she came back, Pascoe said, 'Thank God I didn't ask for the marmalade,' but she didn't respond.

'What are you doing today?' he asked as he finished his coffee.

'I'm going to be sick at the Aero Club,' she said.

'Good God,' he said, alarmed. 'You're not taking up gliding, are you?'

'No. Just having lunch there. They do a chicken-in-the-basket. Today they might see it there twice.'

'Come on,' said Pascoe. 'It can't be that bad. Can it? And why the Aero Club? Not your normal stamping ground.'

'I'm meeting Thelma.'

'Lacewing? You surprise me. I shouldn't have thought it was her scene either.'

'And what do you know about Thelma's scene?'

'Me? Nothing. Nothing at all,' said Pascoe uninterestedly.

He had good reason for sounding uninterested in Thelma Lacewing. First she was the leading light of WRAG, the Women's Rights Action Group which put the law a very poor second to its principles; secondly, he had recently helped to put her uncle, a respected local businessman, away on a pornography charge; thirdly, he (in a purely aesthetic sense of course) rather fancied her and sometimes thought she might rather fancy him.

'Anyway, her scene or not, it's her idea,' continued Ellie. 'I promised that when the summer vac came and I had more time, I'd take some of the secretarial work off Lorraine Wildgoose's plate.'

'But you said it was only students who got holidays,' protested Pascoe.