"Professor Cosmatou’s niece is coming to visit us tomorrow," my moral tutor says. A moral tutor is not greatly concerned with morals but more with morale, although I suppose they occasionally have to intervene in both areas. They are notionally there to keep students on an even keel but have an equal and occasionally opposed responsibility to protect the university from the excesses of undergraduate behaviour. Cosmatou is the family name of the Old Girl, but of course the only word that makes even a vague impression on me is "niece" because this proposes a girl, and since she is being mentioned to me she might even be a girl my own age, though given the age of the old bird it seems more plausible that this niece will be another inaccessible creature of twenty or more. On the other hand, her blood relationship to the woman who has most perfectly understood me—intellectually, at least, but also emotionally—is compelling. It will be nice to have a visitor.