‘So you don’t enjoy your work?’ I felt trapped. A quick glance toward Mrs Stoddard. ‘Not always.’ ‘And why is that?’ ‘Because it can be boring.’ ‘Oh, but you are surrounded by books, words, ideas—’ ‘Water, water everywhere, Miss Bruce, nor any drop to drink.’ She smiled. ‘Coleridge,’ she said. ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,’ I said, lobbing the shuttlecock back over the net.
