“Why, the school,” cried Prunella. “The school for magiciennes. Not that it will be restricted to girls—we intend to open it to the labouring classes, and foreigners, and half-castes, and irregular persons of all sorts. That is all a great secret, of course; if the parents were to have wind of it, we should never bring it off. Lady Wythe is prodigiously fired up about it, and goes about all the great houses in town, demanding that they contribute either funds or daughters. Though we have enough money to start out with, for the Society has given us all we need for the nonce.”
