The Professor smiled. He had never forgotten this particular student.
"You two know each other?" the Archbishop said, "it's a small world indeed."
"Oh yes Bish," the Prof replied, "Christina was a star pupil of mine. She got A plusses in all her essays and exams. Of course I filled in all the blank sheets of paper she handed in myself and threw away the ones with little doodles on them.
"Naturally", the prelate murmured as he undertook a sideways study of her perfectly formed body with extra care applied to her shapely legs and the provocative smooth white surfaces of her insteps which the shoes she had on showed off to best effect. "I presume you arranged one on one tutorials for her."
"Yes, of course," Happie sniggered sheepishly. "She was very eager to learn in those days."
Looking mock serious and stern with a sort of half-assed laconic disinterest the Archbishop turned to his companion and said "I hope you didn't give too many secrets away. It can be a real problem if they start too early in life with that sort of thing. They've been known to cut swathes through the ministerial classes with tactics of that nature. We don't put all that effort into domesticating them for no reason Professor. Know what I mean? "
"Vaguely", the prof replied airily, "you mean like choirs of them in white smocks singing "Oh Come All Ye Faithful" with their Moms and Pops beaming in the pews.
"Along those lines Nige, yes," the Archbishop said wearily, " but it's not quite as simple as that."
"I'll bet it's not," the prof said, sucking air between his clenched teeth enough for there to be a faint hissing noise. But what are you up to these days Christina, my little forensic specimen?", he went on, turning to her and smiling that smile she had loved so much in her formative years.