there was a light in roger 's room ; the door was shut , but a fan of soft candle-glow spread across the polished boards beneath it , just catching the edge of the blue hall-runner . `` do n't worry , i 'm trying to , '' i mumbled under my breath and turned to look at lucky . you do n't need to be anybody else , just you . he 's ready to throw away his scholarship for you . '' i pulled on the slim pencil skirt and was grateful that it fell just below my knees . 