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Rh to dress themselves like girls of fifteen'—quant à la St. Pierre, elle a l'air d'une vielle coquette qui fait l'ingénueon the St. Pierre, it looks like an old flirt who is ingenuous [sic]".

Being dressed at least a couple of hours before anybody else, I felt a pleasure in betaking myself—not to the garden, where servants were busy propping up long tables, placing seats, and spreading cloths in readiness for the collation—but to the school-rooms, now empty, quiet, cool, and clean; their walls fresh stained, their planked floors fresh scoured and scarce dry; flowers fresh gathered adorning the recesses in pots, and draperies, fresh hung, beautifying the great windows.

Withdrawing to the first classe, a smaller and neater room than the others, and taking from the glazed book-case, of which I kept the key, a volume whose title promised some interest, I sat down to read. The glass-door of this "classe" or school-room opened into the large berceauarbour [sic]; acacia-boughs caressed its panes, as they stretched across to meet a rose-bush blooming by the opposite lintel: in this rose-bush bees murmured busy and happy. I commenced reading. Just as the stilly hum, the embowering shade, the warm, lonely calm of my retreat were beginning to steal meaning from the page, vision from the eyes, and to lure me along the track of reverie, down into some deep dell of dream-land—just then, the sharpest ring of the street-door bell to which that much-tried instrument had ever thrilled, snatched me back to consciousness.

Now, the bell had been ringing all the morning, as workmen, or servants, or coiffeurshairdressers [sic], or tailleusesseamstresses [sic], went and came on their several errands. Moreover, there was good reason to expect it would ring all afternoon, since about one hundred externes were yet to arrive in carriages or fiacrestaxicabs [sic]: nor could it be expected to rest during the evening, when parents and friends would gather thronging to the play. Under these circumstances, a ring—even a sharp ring—was a matter of course: yet this particular peal had an accent of its own, which chased my dream, and startled my book from my knee.

I was stooping to pick up this last, when—firm, fast, straight—right on through vestibule, along corridor, across carré, through first division, second division, grand sallelarge room [sic]—strode a step, quick, regular, intent. The closed door of the first classe—my sanctuary—offered no obstacle; it burst open, and a