There was a general laugh, in which the girl at the cupboard joined. "Where it is completed by the communicating branch of the dorsalis pedis," said Miss Warden irrelevantly. "I am no believer in _Ellis and Ford_ myself," she went on, looking up, "but I do think one might learn from it the general whereabouts of Scarpa's triangle." "Come now, Miss Warden, you know we don't believe that story. Have you decided whether to go to Edinburgh or Glasgow for your second professional, Miss Philips?" "Oh, Glasgow," said the investigator of the internal iliac, almost impatiently. "I need all the time I can get. I have not begun to read the brain and special sense. Where can one get a bullock's eye?" "At Dickson's, I fancy." "And where can one see a dissection of the ear? It is so unsatisfactory getting it up from books." "There is a model of it in the museum." "_Model!_" The word was spoken with infinite contempt. "Do you know what it is, Miss Philips? You are thrown away on those Scotch examinations. Why did you not go in for the London degree?" "Matric.," was the laconic response. "Oh, the Matric. is nothing!" "Besides, I could not afford the time. Six years, even if one was lucky enough not to get ploughed." "Talking of being ploughed," said a student who had just entered the room, "you won't guess whom I have just met?--Miss Maclean." "Miss Maclean?--in London?" "In the chemical laboratory at the present moment. She is going up for her Intermediate again, in July." "Who is Miss Maclean?" asked the girl who had been studying the skeleton. There was a general exclamation. "Not to know her, my dear," said the new-comer, "argues yourself--quite beneath notice. Miss Maclean is one of the Intermediate Chronics." "Miss Maclean is an extremely clever girl," said Miss Warden. "When I first came to this school," said Miss Philips, "I wrote to my people that women medical students were very much like other folks, but that one or two were really splendid women; and I instanced Miss Maclean." "The proof of the student is the examination." "That is not true--except very broadly. You passed your Intermediate at the first go-off, but none of us would think of comparing you to Miss Maclean." "Thank you," was the calm reply. "I always did appreciate plain speaking. It is quite true that I never went in for very wide reading, nor for the last sweet thing in theories; but I have a good working knowledge of my subjects all the same--at least I had at the time I passed." "Miss Maclean is too good a student; that is what is the matter with her." The dissector of Meckel's ganglion laughed. "Miss Maclean is awfully kind and helpful," she said; "but I shall never forget the day when I asked her to show me the nerve to the vastus externus on her own dissection. She drew aside a muscle with hooks, and opened up a complicated system of telephone wires that made my hair stand on end."