A room in the Annex. Miss HEBE HEATH alone, standing by the blackboard.
I think that tutor is in love with me.
Ah, what are Grammars to a soul on fire!
I will not flirt with him - such conduct would
Not suit my dignity; I'll only try
Whether his Greekship can withstand the glance
Of beauty - for by every one I'm told
My face is fair as Aphrodite's own.
But soft - he comes. I must pretend to write.
Enter HERBERT FAGG.FAGG. Good-day, Miss Heath, you always are so prompt;
It shows the interest with which you come
To master Plato's tongue. Now, if you please,
We'll read a part of the Apology
And construe ev'ry passage.
Miss H. Who would not
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