“I  next to me at dinner,” said Mrs. Coulter, making room for Lyra on t used to ters lodging. Youll o so use.”

    “Are you a female Sc, poor taken more seriously ting a play. Mrs.

    Coulter, on t like any female Scainly not like ting t, for Mrs.

    Coulter  Lyra ranced. Sake her eyes off her.

    “Not really,” Mrs. Coulter said. “Im a member of Dame  most of my akes place outside Oxford....tell me about yourself, Lyra.  Jordan College?”

    ites Lyra old  e routes over tops, ttle of time s and roasted a rook, ention to capture a narro from tians and sail it to Abingdon, and so on. Sold  trick s.

    “And ts came, rigo my bedroom  t talk except for making sort of gurgling noises, but I kneed all rig do day and put theyd probably have killed me else.”

    “Youre not afraid of danger, ter admiringly. t dinner by time, and as Lyra ting next to eacely t talking to Mrs. Coulter.

    ell me, Lyra—are to send you to school?”

    Lyra looked blank. “I dun—I dont kno  to put to any trouble,” s on piously. “Or expense. Its probably better if I just go on living at Jordan and getting educated by t a bit of spare time. Being as theyre probably free.”

    “And does your uncle Lord Asriel  ther womens college.

    “Yes,” said Lyra. “I expect so. Not sco take me to t time he goes.”

    “I remember elling me,” said Mrs. Coulter.

    Lyra blinked. t eacher.

    “I met  tic Institute,” Mrs. Coulter  on. “As a matter of fact, its partly because o