The Professor comes in with a book tucked in her hand. She makes herself comfortable and opens it up. On the page reads:

The gleam in the eye of an enemy's mask,
The shade of the grace shed for us in the past,
Both anger and passion are marked with this tone,
As are roses and martyrs and the horse's coat: roan.

*walks in*

Ah! *picks up the pipe*

I do beg your pardon, Professor. Please don't allow me to interrupt your reading! *lights pipe*

*looks at the desk and sees a bit of paper sticking out*

*to himself* Hello, what is this?

*pulls out the piece of paper and puffs thoughtfully on his pipe*