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Rh "Il n'y a que les Anglaises pour ces sortes d'entreprisesOnly the English for these kinds of businesses [sic]", said she: "sont-elles donc intrépides ces femmes-là?So are these intrepid women? [sic]"

She asked my name, my age; she sat and looked at me—not pityingly, not with interest: never a gleam of sympathy, or a shade of compassion, crossed her countenance during the interview. I felt she was not one to be led an inch by her feelings: grave and considerate, she gazed, consulting her judgment and studying my narrative. A bell rang.

"Voilà pour la prière du soir!That is for the evening prayer! [sic]" said she, and rose. Through her interpreter, she desired me to depart now, and come back on the morrow; but this did not suit me: I could not bear to return to the perils of darkness and the street. With energy, yet with a collected and controlled manner, I said, addressing herself personally, and not the maîtress:

"Be assured, madame, that by instantly securing my services, your interests will be served and not injured: you will find me one who will wish to give, in her labor, a full equivalent for her wages; and if you hire me, it will be better that I should stay here this night: having no acquaintance in Villette, and not possessing the language of this country, how can I secure a lodging?"

"It is true", said she, "but at least you can give a reference?"

"None".

She inquired after my luggage: I told her when it would arrive. She mused. At that moment a man's step was heard in the vestibule, hastily proceeding to the outer door. (I shall go on with this part of my tale as if I had understood all that had passed; for though it was then scarce intelligible to me, I heard it translated afterwards).

"Who goes out now?" demanded Madame Beck, listening to the tread.

"M. Paul", replied the teacher. "He came this evening to give a reading to the first class".

"The very man I should at this moment most wish to see. Call him".

The teacher ran to the salon door. M. Paul was summoned. He entered: a small, dark and spare man, in spectacles.

"Mon cousinMy cousin [sic]", began madame, "I want your opinion. We know your skill in physiognomy; use it now. Read that countenance".