Young Thomasina turns out to have been a natural genius who died before she could finish her equations.
Mrs. Lister lay motionless for many moments after Thomasina had left.
Thomasina led the way into her study, and shut the door behind her.
Thomasina stumbled a little on the brick pavement whose roughnesses she should have known thoroughly.
“But you did though, all the same,” cried Thomasina briskly.
He had sent messages to Miss Thomasina; he had said a hundred things which she must hear at once.
Thomasina hazarded the name of the best by way of elimination.
When she had gone, Thomasina stood for a moment frowning, then bit her lip.
She wished that Thomasina would not tell Richard such stories.
When, excited and elated, he left Thomasina, he did not go home.