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Chapter 3
Darrell and Sally met up in the lunch hall after their separate lectures. Darrell put her bag down on the lunch table in front of her best friend with a thump, sighing in a frustrated manner.
“What’s the matter Darrell?” Sally asked sympathetically, looking up from the book she was reading. “You sound as though you’ve had the worst time of your life,” she said marking her place in the book with her finger and watching her best friend as she sat down opposite her.
Darrell looked at Sally as she sat down heavily in her chair. “This place is a maze,” she groaned pushing her fringe back off her forehead. “I got lost twice on my way to my lecture in English Classics, and then once again trying to remember the way to this place.” She sighed and shook her head. “I know I’ll get used to it, like I did at Malory Towers, and I thought it was going to take me a long time to get used to finding my way around there, but it is just so maddening not knowing my way around the university yet.” She sighed and looked at her friend. “How was your first lecture? Not as much as a disaster getting to it as mine I hope?” Sally smiled a little.
“Not nearly as much trouble as you had by the sounds of it,” Sally said quietly. “It was quite easy for me my lecture was just off this hall.” She smiled a little. “There are certainly some interesting girls on my course. Quite harmless, yet rather snobbish like dear old Gwen at school.” She chuckled a little dryly. “Any decent school would have drummed that out of anyone half decent to begin with by now,” she added in her usual sensible fashion.
Darrell shared her smile. “My thoughts exactly,” she said grinning, “I can’t believe that there are still girls like that in my course as well. I’m surprised they didn’t bring a governess or a minder.” She grinned and then shook her head.
“I suppose we really shouldn’t be assuming that these girls are actually like that once you get to know them of course,” she added fairly. “I mean, there is a chance they could be pretty decent underneath all the pretence and nonsense they seem to feel the need to throw out.”
“Why my dear Darrell,” Sally laughed, “anyone would think that you’d come here to study psychology, not English.”
Darrell joined in her laughter and smiled as she looked around the hall.
“Have you seen Alicia and Betty yet?” she asked, turning back to Sally, but as she turned around someone familiar caught her attention from the corner of her eye. The young man she had met this morning, was sitting on the other end of the long table; talking to a sandy haired boy Darrell thought she’d bumped into that morning on her way to her lecture. She smiled to herself, and turned her attention back to Sally, but her friend had already noticed the momentary lapse in Darrell’s attention. Sally craned her neck so she could get a look at what Darrell was looking at.
“Who’s he?” Sally asked critically as she followed Darrell’s gaze.
“Oh, just someone I met this morning on my walk around the university grounds,” Darrell said shrugging mildly, as if she was not entirely interested.
Sally chuckled quietly to herself. “So you did meet someone on your travels this morning. Has he got a name?” Sally asked grinning at her friend. Darrell considered sending Sally a withering look, but stopped herself just in time. Her friend was really enjoying herself far too much.
“Julian Kirrin,” Darrell said mildly, “He’s here doing physics. Apparently he’s the nephew of that famous scientist, Quentin Kirrin? You know, that professor who’s been in the papers a lot recently, with the new idea of creating heat and energy for almost nothing?” Darrell prompted.
“I think I recall the name,” Sally said smiling a little. She looked around at Julian who was getting up to leave. “He doesn’t look like the type to follow in his uncle’s footsteps.”
Darrell shrugged and pulled out one of the books from her bag. “I don’t know if I’m honest. I didn’t exactly ask,” she said carefully finding her page. She looked at her friend over the top of the book. “Have we got any plans for this evening?” she asked, smiling a little.
“Well I have heard that the debate society is throwing open its doors tonight, its invitation only for the rest of the year,” Sally said mildly. “Should we wander along and see if there if it is as good as it sounds?” she asked her best friend.
Darrell smiled a little. “I like the sound of that,” she said happily. “It could be some fun. Apparently they have some very good debates on here, should be fun to watch,” she agreed.
Sally smiled as she stood up. “I’ve got another lecture to get to now. What are you doing this afternoon?” She asked tucking her book under her arm as she lifted her bag on to her shoulder.
Darrell looked up and shrugged a little. “I’m not entirely sure. I am fairly inclined to go and investigate the library,” she admitted smiling. “I’ve not got another lecture until tomorrow morning, so I might as well make some use of my time and do the reading I was set just now. So, I’ll either be in the library or in our room when you get out. When does your lecture finish?” she asked Sally.
“I should be finished at three,” Sally said promptly, like a women who had completely memorised her timetable already.
Darrell chuckled. “Well then, you’d better come and find me when you’ve finished, because I don’t know where I’ll be. I may walk into town at some point this afternoon as well,” she added. “It would be nice to have a look around.”
Sally grinned.“Well for goodness sake, wait for me! I don’t want to be wandering around this university looking for you, making myself look like a fool,” she said laughing as she turned to go. “I’ll see you in a few hours!” she called over her shoulder before hurrying out of the big hall.
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