CHAPTER XVIII.

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y,isnotafeelingtobecherishedinthemindofawoman:wouldnotMdlle.Henribemuchsaferandhappieriftaughttobelievethatinthequietdischargeofsocialdutiesconsistsherrealvocation,thanifstimulatedtoaspireafterapplauseandpublicity?Shemaynevermarryscantyasareherresources,obscureasareherconnections,uncertainasisherhealth(forIthinkherconsumptive,hermotherdiedofthatcomplaint),itismorethanprobablesheneverwill.Idonotseehowshecanrisetoaposition,whencesuchastepwouldbepossiblebutevenincelibacyitwouldbebetterforhertoretainthecharacterandhabitsofarespectabledecorousfemale.” “Indisputably,mademoiselle,”wasmyanswer.“Youropinionadmitsofnodoubt”and,fearfuloftheharanguebeingrenewed,Iretreatedundercoverofthatcordialsentenceofassent. Atthedateofafortnightafterthelittleincidentnotedabove,IfinditrecordedinmydiarythatahiatusoccurredinMdlle.Henri’susuallyregularattendanceinclass.ThefirstdayortwoIwonderedatherabsence,butdidnotliketoaskanexplanationofitIthoughtindeedsomechancewordmightbedroppedwhichwouldaffordmetheinformationIwishedtoobtain,withoutmyrunningtheriskofexcitingsillysmilesandgossipingwhispersbydemandingit.Butwhenaweekpassedandtheseatatthedesknearthedoorstillremainedvacant,andwhennoallusionwasmadetothecircumstancebyanyindividualoftheclass—when,onthecontrary,Ifoundthatallobservedamarkedsilenceonthepoint—Idetermined,COUTEQUICOUTE,tobreaktheiceofthissillyreserve.IselectedSylvieasmyinformant,becausefromherIknewthatIshouldatleastgetasensibleanswer,unaccompaniedbywriggle,titter,orotherflourishoffolly. “OudoncestMdlle.Henri?”IsaidonedayasIreturnedanexercise-bookIhadbeenexamining. “Elleestpartie,monsieur.” “Partie?etpourcombiendetemps?Quandreviendra-t-elle?” “Elleestpartiepourtoujours,monsieurellenereviendraplus.” “Ah!”wasmyinvoluntaryexclamationthenafterapause:— “Enetes-vousbiensure,Sylvie?” “Oui,oui,monsieur,mademoiselleladirectricenousl’aditelle-memeilyadeuxoutroisjours.” AndIcouldpursuemyinquiriesnofurthertime,place,andcircumstancesforbademyaddinganotherword.Icouldneithercommentonwhathadbeensaid,nordemandfurtherparticulars.Aquestionastothereasonoftheteacher’sdeparture,astowhetherithadbeenvoluntaryorotherwise,wasindeedonmylips,butIsuppressedit—therewerelistenersallround.Anhourafter,inpassingSylvieinthecorridorasshewasputtingonherbonnet,Istoppedshortandasked:— “Sylvie,doyouknowMdlle.Henri’saddress?Ihavesomebooksofhers,”Iaddedcarelessly,“andIshouldwishtosendthemtoher.” “No,monsieur,”repliedSylvie“butperhapsRosalie,theportress,willbeabletogiveityou.” Rosalie’scabinetwasjustathandIsteppedinandrepeatedtheinquiry.Rosalie—asmartFrenchgrisette—lookedupfromherworkwithaknowingsmile,preciselythesortofsmileIhadbeensodesiroustoavoidexciting.HeranswerwaspreparedsheknewnothingwhateverofMdlle.Henri’saddress—hadneverknownit.Turningfromherwithimpatience—forIbelievedsheliedandwashiredtolie—Ialmostknockeddownsomeonewhohadbeenstandingatmybackitwasthedirectress.Myabruptmovementmadeherrecoiltwoorthreesteps.Iwasobligedtoapologize,whichIdidmoreconciselythanpolitely.Nomanlikestobedogged,andintheveryirritablemoodinwhichIthenwasthesightofMdlle.Reuterthoroughlyincensedme.AtthemomentIturnedhercountenancelookedhard,dark,andinquisitivehereyeswerebentuponmewithanexpressionofalmosthungrycuriosity.Ihadscarcelycaughtthisphaseofphysiognomyereithadvanishedablandsmileplayedonherfeaturesmyharshapologywasreceivedwithgood-humouredfacility. “Oh,don’tmentionit,monsieuryouonlytouchedmyhairwithyourelbowitisnoworse,onlyalittledishevelled.”Sheshookitback,andpassingherfingersthroughhercurls,loosenedthemintomorenumerousandflowingringlets.Thenshewentonwithvivacity: “Rosalie,Iwascomingtotellyoutogoinstantlyandclosethewindowsofthesalonthewindisrising,andthemuslincurtainswillbecoveredwithdust.” Rosaliedeparted.“Now,”thoughtI,“thiswillnotdoMdlle.Reuterthinkshermeannessineaves-droppingisscreenedbyherartindevisingapretext,whereasthemuslincurtainsshespeaksofarenotmoretransparentthanthissamepretext.”Animpulsecameovermetothrusttheflimsyscreenaside,andconfronthercraftboldlywithawordortwoofplaintruth.“Therough-shodfoott