Mary: “The man was just back from a game of cricket, faculty versus students.” Emma: Envisions Professor Fletcher in his office, the starched shirt tucked into white trousers, somewhat scuffed from play. “Don’t tell me he wore the small collar turned down?” Mary: “Bowtie untied, Emma. As for the collar, the top button was—” Emma: “Mary, don’t say it.” Mary: “—undone.”
