Professorial Preferences
From Blushes 25 ‘Ah, just a little word if I may, Miss Melfield.’ Professor Harlow smiled at her. It was 10.30, the end of his tutorial session. The others in the group, eight of them, were quickly on their feet. A lovely morning and most of them had a free hour ahead: just right for sitting outside on the steps in the autumn sunshine or going across the road for a coffee. An hour of Professor Harlow could be a bit boring. Jane Melfield made a face at David, whom she had started going out with. Professor Harlow fiddled with his papers until they had all left. Then he smiled again at Jane. The fleeting thought crossed her mind that he might fancy her. Another girl, a second year, had gigglingly said something about Professor Harlow the other evening. Jane hadn’t really caught it though she thought it was along those lines — fancying girls — but it was probably a joke. Professor Harlow was getting on. Sixty? A bulky shape and an...