For a wild moment Bertha Keys felt inclined to say, "It is impossible; I am engaged with my pupils, and cannot give you any of my time," but a glance into Florence's face showed her, as she vulgarly expressed it, "the fat was in the fire," and she had better face the position at once.  Accordingly she said coolly, "I can give you two or three minutes, although I cannot imagine what you want to say now.  I shall come to see you when it is all over.  There is not the slightest doubt that you will win the Scholarship, so rest assured on that head."