I have made up my mind to spend if needful £1000 on this business. I feel sure that one does more good in thus concentrating one’s energies and one’s funds to get one thing done thoroughly, than in frittering away lots of small sums in charity,—Don’t you think so? It _is_ a grand thing to enter the very first British University ever opened to women, isn’t it? My darling, you _must_ come and see us this summer, for, as I tell the other students here, the whole thing is due to _you_ primarily;—when they say that they feel grateful to me for having worked for this, I say, ‘Thank Dr. Sewall,—she made me care for Medicine, and resolve that a _thorough_ education should be open to Englishwomen.’ So I told Dr. Blackwell too when she said something pretty to me. She is _very_ pleased about Edinburgh. Well, dear child, I have settled down now for the winter in my little new house. It amuses me to hear of your expenses in furnishing. The _whole_ I have spent is under £35,—about $200,—and yet we are very comfortable! Miss Pechey is very nice and very clever,—you will like her very much, and she is excellent company.... Our classes begin on Nov. 3rd. I am _very_ busy till then. Your very aff. S. L. J.-B.” Footnote 58: Money borrowed from Mrs. Jex-Blake was refunded as strictly as if it had been borrowed from a banker. Busy indeed she was with the great task of finding lecturers. The University of Edinburgh still stood foursquare, and the Professors sat in their comfortable chairs, lecturing to enormous classes of male students. Looking at the question as a sheer matter of business, one asks what inducement had these men to lecture to a handful of women students? S. J.-B., Mrs. Thorne and the others might struggle and pinch to raise the fees of a dozen or more, but what was that to men of assured wealth and position?—men who looked upon a Scots professorship as the topmost rung on the ladder of comfortable success,—men to whom leisure and peace seemed almost a matter of right, an essential part of the prize they had drawn in the lottery of life? Why should they double their work for the sake of this paltry pittance? It was not to be expected that they should have a great enthusiasm for the cause. How could they? They might, it is true, have been possessed of a high sense of the trust conferred on them by their position: but is such a sense in any sphere of life the possession of more than the choicest few? As regarded the class in Chemistry, everything had gone with delightful smoothness. On July 10th, S. J.-B. had written in her diary, “Dr. Crum Brown agrees,—not a word of demur as to fees,—good fellow,” and a few days later she had received a letter from Dresden in which he said: