Well, if there was one thing Terrence prided himself on, it was his ability to rationalize anything. He had structured his entire world on his own rules and theories, and he'd be damned if he couldn't figure out a rule that would get him out of this problem too.
"Hmm," he said thoughtfully. The problem lay in actually remembering his rules when he was round Professor Delacour, really. Maybe he should write it down somewhere before he went to her class. Or maybe he should just stop going altogether, even though he couldn't quite bring himself to say that he quit to her face, or even in writing. But then if she asked him why he hadn't been in class, he'd be hard put to come up with an explanation.
It wasn't a problem that he already had a method for solving, at any rate, and he was less confident than usual in his ability to think his way out of it (largely because thinking was difficult where the pretty professor was concerned). But he would find a way around it.
"I'll try again in her next class, I guess," he said. He glanced at the clock. "It's nearly five. But even with the kind of servant who's willing to walk to his own torture, it may be too much to expect promptness."