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Rh which they wearied her with prayers to be permitted to pass, and just to revive themselves by one dance with that "belle blondebeautiful blonde [sic]", or that "jolie brunepretty brunette [sic]", or "cette jeune fille magnifique aux cheveux noirs comme le jaisthis beautiful girl with jet black hair" [sic].

"Taisez-vous!Shut up! [sic]" madame would reply, heroically and inexorably. "Vous ne passerez pas à moins que ce ne soit sur mon cadavre, et vous ne danserez qu'avec la nonnette du jardinYou shall not pass unless it is over my dead body, and you will dance with the nun in the garden [sic]" (alluding to the legend). And she majestically walked to and fro along their disconsolate and impatient line, like a little Bonaparte in a mouse-colored silk gown.

Madame knew something of the world; madame knew much of human nature. I don't think that another directress in Villette would have dared to admit a "jeune hommeyoung man [sic]" within her walls; but madame knew that by granting such admission, on an occasion like the present, a bold stroke might be struck, and a great point gained.

In the first place the parents were made accomplices to the deed, for it was only through their mediation it was brought about. Secondly: the admission of these rattlesnakes, so fascinating and so dangerous, served to draw out madame precisely in her strongest character—that of a first-rate surveillante. Thirdly: their presence furnished a most piquant ingredient to the entertainment: the pupils knew it, and saw it, and the view of such golden apples shining afar off, animated them with a spirit no other circumstance could have kindled. The children's pleasure spread to the parents; life and mirth circulated quickly round the ball-room; the "jeunes gensyoung people [sic]" themselves, though restrained, were amused: for madame never permitted them to feel dull—and thus Madame Beck's fête annually ensured a success unknown to the fête of any other directress in the land.

I observed that Dr. John was at first permitted to walk at large through the classes: there was about him a manly, responsible look, that redeemed his youth, and half-expiated his beauty; but as soon as the ball began, madame ran up to him.

"Come, Wolf; come", said she, laughing: "you wear sheep's clothing, but you must quit the fold notwithstanding. Come; I have a fine menagerie of twenty here in the carré: let me place you amongst my collection".

"But first suffer me to have one dance with one pupil of my choice".