|| Provinces of Scotland. Early 19th century. ||

Professor Wilhelm Critchett looked down from his office at the girls on the school yard. It was a break and warm autumn day made them to sit outside, gossiping and laughing. Professor Critchett was a good, but strict teacher. And despite this, he liked to observe these cute girls who mostly had pretty faces and nothing in their young minds. God let them be good wives because that is all they have left. Critchett thinks to himself, deep down despises feminine gender, finding women not that smart as men. But it doesn't mean that he wasn't gallant and respectful.

"Professor Critchett." He hears voice of one old teachers when she came to his office. He turns around and sees her with some young woman next to her. "I wanted to introduce you to a new teacher, sir."

Critchett looks at young woman who barely became an adult. She looks almost like one of his students. He can tell that new female teacher graduated school for girls just a moment ago and probably because she is poor, she became a teacher to earn money. It is common fate for poor, and not too pretty women who had enough luck to get an education. But professor could notice that new teacher wasn't a plain girl, because she has some of girlish beauty on her young face. Maybe she will be lucky enough to marry some rich merchant and won't end like those old matrons here. He thinks before bows to her.

"Pleasure to meet you, miss. But I have to warn you, if nobody already did it, that those girls here just look like angels. They are true devils, especially for new teachers." He says and despite his composted attitude, slightly amusement hides behind his grey eyes.