sten； and then Mrs。 Coulter might meet a politician or a cleric for lunch in a smart restaurant； and they would be very taken with Lyra and order special dishes for her； and she would learn how to eat asparagus or what sweetbreads tasted like。 And then in the afternoon there might be more shopping； for Mrs。 Coulter was preparing her expedition； and there were furs and oilskins and waterproof boots to buy； as well as sleeping bags and knives and drawing instruments that delighted Lyra's heart。 After that they might go to tea and meet some ladies； as well dressed as Mrs。 Coulter if not so beautiful or acplished： women so unlike female Scholars or gyptian boat mothers or college servants as almost to be a new sex altogether； one with dangerous powers and qualities such as elegance； charm； and grace。 Lyra would be dressed up prettily for these occasions； and the ladies would pamper her and include her in their graceful delicate talk； which was all about people： this artist； or that politician； or those lovers。
And when the evening came； Mrs。 Coulter might take Lyra to the theater； and again there would be lots of glamorous people to talk to and be admired by； for it seemed that Mrs。 Coulter knew everyone important in London。
In the intervals between all these other activities Mrs。 Coulter would teach her the rudiments of geography and mathematics。 Lyra's knowledge had great gaps in it； like a map of the world largely eaten by mice； for at Jordan they had taught her in a piecemeal and disconnected way： a junior Scholar would be detailed to catch her and instruct her in such…and…such； and the lessons would continue for a sullen week or so until she 〃forgot〃 to turn up； to the Scholar's relief。 Or else a Scholar would forget what he was supposed to teach her； and drill her at great length about the subject of his current research； whatever that happened to be。 It was no wonder her knowledge was patchy。 She knew about atoms and elementary particles； and anbaromagnetic charges and the four fundamental forces and other bits and pieces of experimental theology； but nothing about the solar system。 In fact； when Mrs。 Coulter realized this and explained how the earth and the other five planets revolved around the sun； Lyra laughed loudly at the joke。
However； she was keen to show that she did know some things； and when Mrs。 Coulter was telling her about electrons； she said expertly； 〃Yes； they're negatively charged particles。 Sort of like Dust； except that Dust isn't charged。〃
As soon as she said that； Mrs。 Coulter's daemon snapped his head up to look at her； and all the golden fur on his little body stood up； bristling； as if it were charged itself。 Mrs。 Coulter laid a hand on his back。
〃Dust？〃 she said。
〃Yeah。 You know； from space； that Dust。〃
〃What do you know about Dust； Lyra？〃
〃Oh； that it es out of space； and it lights people up； if you have a special sort of camera to see it by。 Except not children。 It doesn't affect children。〃
〃Where did you learn that from？〃
By now Lyra was aware that there was a powerful tension in the room； because Pantalaimon had crept ermine…like onto her lap and was trembling violently。
〃Just someone in Jordan；〃 Lyra said vaguely。 〃I forget who。 I think it was one of the Scholars。〃
〃Was it in one of your lessons？〃
〃Yes； it might have been。 Or else it might've been just in passing。 Yes。 I think that was it。 This Scholar； I think he was from New Denmark； he was talking to the Chaplain about Dust and I was just passing and it sounded interesting so I couldn't help stopping to listen。 That's what it was。〃
〃I see；〃 said Mrs。 Coulter。
〃Is it right； what he told me？ Did I get it wrong？〃
〃Well； I don't know。 I'm sure you know much more than I do。 Let's get back to those electrons 。 。 。 。〃
Later； Pantalaimon said； 〃You know when all the fur stood up on her daemon？ Well； I was behind him； and she grabbed his fur so tight her knuckles went white。 You couldn't see。 It was a long time till his fur went down。 I thought he was going to leap at you。〃
That was strange； no doubt； but neither of them knew what to make of it。
And finally； there were other kinds of lessons so gently and subtly given that they didn't feel like lessons at all。 How to wash one's own hair； how to judge which colors suited one； how to say no in such a charming way that no offense was given； how to put on lipstick； powder； scent。 To be sure； Mrs。 Coulter didn't teach Lyra the latter arts directly； but she knew Lyra was watching when she made herself up； and she took care to let Lyra see where she kept the cosmetics； and to allow her time on her own to explore and try them out for herself。
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Time passed； and autumn began to change into winter。 From time to time Lyra thought of Jordan College； but it seemed small and quiet pared to the busy life she led now。 Every so often she thought of Roger； too； and felt uneasy； but there was an opera to go to； or a new dress to wear； or the Royal Arctic Institute to visit； and then she forgot him again。
When Lyra had been living there for six weeks or so； Mrs。 Coulter decided to hold a cocktail party。 Lyra had the impression that there was something to celebrate； though Mrs。 Coulter never said what it was。 She ordered flowers； she discussed canapes and drinks with the caterer； and she spent a whole evening with Lyra deciding whom to invite。
〃We must have the archbishop。 I couldn't afford to leave him out； though he's the most hateful old snob。 Lord Boreal is in town： he'll be fun。 And the Princess Postnikova。 Do you think it would be right to invite Erik Andersson？ I wonder if it's about time to take him up 。 。 。 。〃
Erik Andersson was the latest fashionable dancer。 Lyra had no idea what 〃take him up〃 meant； but she enjoyed giving her opinion nonetheless。 She dutifully wrote down all the names Mrs。 Coulter suggested； spelling them atrociously and then crossing them out when Mrs。 Coulter decided against them after all。
When Lyra went to bed； Pantalaimon whispered from the pillow：
〃She's never going to the North！ She's going to keep us here forever。 When are we going to run away？〃
〃She is；〃 Lyra whispered back。 〃You just don't like her。 Well； that's hard luck。 I like her。 And why would she be teaching us navigation and all that if she wasn't going to take us north？〃
〃To stop you getting impatient； that's why。 You don't really want to stand around at the cocktail party being all sweet and pretty。 She's just making a pet out of you。〃
Lyra turned her back and closed her eyes。 But what Pantalaimon said was true。 She had been feeling confined and cramped by this polite life； however luxurious it was。 She would have given anything for a day with Roger and her Oxford ragamuffin friends； with a battle in the claybeds and a race along the canal。 The one thing that kept her polite and attentive to Mrs。 Coulter was that tantalizing hope of going north。 Perhaps they would meet Lord Asriel。 Perhaps he and Mrs。 Coulter would fall in love； and they would get married and adopt Lyra； and go and rescue Roger from the Gobblers。
On the afternoon of the cocktail party； Mrs。 Coulter took Lyra to a fashionable hairdresser's； where her stiff dark blond hair was softened and waved； and her nails were filed and polished； and where they even applied a little makeup to her eyes and lips to show her how to do it。 Then they went to collect the new dress Mrs。 Coulter had ordered for her； and to buy some patent…leather shoes； and then it was time to go back to the flat and check the flowers and get dressed。
〃Not the shoulder bag； dear；〃 said Mrs。 Coulter as Lyra came out of her bedroom； glowing with a sense of her own prettiness。
Lyra had taken to wearing a little white leather shoulder bag everywhere； so as to keep the alethiometer close at hand。 Mrs。 Coulter； loosening the cramped way some roses had been bunched into a vase； saw that Lyra wasn't moving and glanced pointedly at the door。
〃Oh； please； Mrs。 Coulter； I do love this bag！〃
〃Not indoors； Lyra。 It looks absurd to be carrying a shoulder bag in your own home。 Take it off at once； and e and help check these glasses 。