"I was fifteen, and had left Miss Fenton's for good; thoroughly4 well-educated, so far. And now they were sending me to a school in France to finish.
"I will not say precisely5 where this school was situated6: there are reasons against it; but what little record I give of the establishment shall be true and faithful. It was not at Boulogne or at Calais, those renowned7 seaports8, inundated9 with Anglo-French schools; neither was it in Paris or Brussels, or at Dieppe. We can call the town Nulle, and that's near enough. It was kept by two ladies, sisters, the Demoiselles Barlieu. The negotiations10 had been made by my trustees, and Mrs. Hemson had brought me to London, down to the steamer on this early morning, and was now consigning11 me to the care of Miss Barlieu's English governess, whom we had met there by appointment. She was a very plain young person, carrying no authority in appearance, and looking not much like a lady. Authority, as I found, she would have little in the school; she was engaged to teach English, and there her duties ended.
"You had better secure a berth12 and lie down," she said to me. "The night has been cold, and it is scarcely light enough yet to be on deck."
"Any ladies for shore?" cried a rough voice at the cabin door.
"Shore!" echoed Miss Johnstone, in what seemed alarm. "You are surely not going to start yet! I am waiting for another young lady."
"It wont14 be more than five minutes now, mum."
"A pupil?" I asked her.
"I believe so. Mademoiselle Barlieu wrote to me that two----"
"Any lady here of the name of Johnstone?"
The inquiry15 came from a middle-aged16, quiet-looking person, who was glancing in at the cabin door. By her side stood a most elegant girl of seventeen, perhaps eighteen, her eyes blue, her face brilliantly fair, her dress handsome.
"I am Miss Johnstone," said the teacher, advancing.
"What a relief! The steward17 thought no governess had come on board, and I must not have dared to send Miss Chandos alone. My lady----"
"You would, Hill; so don't talk nonsense," interrupted the young lady, with a laugh, as she threw up her white veil, and brought her beauty right underneath18 the cabin lamp. "Would the fishes have swallowed me up any the quicker for not being in somebody's charge? Unfasten my cloak, Hill."
"This young lady is Miss Chandos, ma'am," said the person addressed as Hill, presenting the beautiful girl to Miss Johnstone. "Please take every care of her in going across."
The young lady wheeled round. "Are you our new English teacher?"
"I am engaged as English governess at Mademoiselle Barlieu's," replied Miss Johnstone, who had not at all a pleasant manner of speaking. "She wrote word to me that I might expect Miss Chandos and Miss Hereford on board."
"Miss Hereford!" was the quick response. "Who is she?"
But by that time I was lying down on the berth, and the rough voice again interrupted.
"Any lady as is for shore had better look sharp, unless they'd like to be took off to t'other side the Channel."
"What fun, Hill, if they should take you off!" laughed Miss Chandos, as the former started up with trepidation19. "Now don't stumble overboard in your haste to get off the boat."
"Good-bye to you, Miss Emily, and a pleasant journey! You won't fail to write as soon as you arrive: my lady will be anxious."
"Oh, I will gladden mamma's heart with a letter, or she may be thinking the bottom of the steamer has come out," lightly returned Miss Chandos. "Mind, Hill, that you give my love to Mr. Harry20 when he gets home."
Those who were for shore went on shore, and soon we were in all the bustle21 and noise of departure. Miss Chandos stood by the small round table, looking in the hanging-glass, and turning her shining golden ringlets round her fingers. On one of those fingers was a ring, whose fine large stones formed a hearts-ease: two were yellow topaz, the other three dark amethyst22: the whole beautiful.
"May I suggest that you should lie down, Miss Chandos?" said our governess for the time being. "You will find the benefit of doing so."
"Have you crossed the Channel many times?" was the reply of Miss Chandos, as she coolly proceeded with her hair: her tone to Miss Johnstone was a patronizing one.
"Only twice; to France and home again."
"And I have crossed it a dozen times at least, between school and Continental23 voyages with mamma, so you cannot teach me much in that respect. I can assure you there's nothing more disagreeable than to be stewed24 in one of these suffocating25 berths26. When we leave the river, should it prove a rough sea, well and good; but I don't put myself in a berth until then."
"Have you been long with the Miss Barlieus?" inquired Miss Johnstone of her.
"Two dismal27 years. But I have outlived the dismality now--if you will allow me to coin a word. Mamma has known the Barlieus all her life: an aunt of theirs was her governess when she was young; and when we were returning home from Italy, mamma went to the place and left me there, instead of taking me on to England. Was I not rebellious28 over it! for three months I planned, every day, to run away on the next."
"But you did not?" I spoke29 up from my berth, greatly interested.
Miss Chandos turned round and looked at me. "No," she laughed, "it was never accomplished30. I believe the chief impediment was, the not knowing where to run to. Are you the Miss Hereford?"
"Yes."
"What a bit of a child you seem! You won't like a French school, if this is your first entrance to one. Home comforts and French schools are as far apart as the two poles."
"But I am not accustomed to home comforts; I have no home. I have been for some years at an English school where there was little comfort of any sort. Do your friends live in England? Have you a home there?"
"A home in England!" she answered, with some surprise at the question, or at my ignorance. "Of course: I am Miss Chandos. Chandos is mamma's present residence; though, strictly31 speaking, it belongs to Sir Thomas."
All this was so much Greek to me. Perhaps Miss Chandos saw that it was, for she laughed gaily32.
"Sir Thomas Chandos is my brother. Harry is the other one. We thought Tom would have retired33 from the army and come home when papa died, two or three years ago; but he still remains34 in India. Mamma writes him word that he should come home and marry, and so make himself into a respectable man; he sends word back that he is respectable enough as it is."
"Your papa was----?"
"Sir Thomas Chandos. Ah, dear! if he had but lived! He was so kind to us! Mamma is in widow's weeds yet, and always will be."
"And who was she who brought you on board?"
"Hill. She is the housekeeper35 at Chandos. Some one has always taken me over until this time, generally Harry. But Harry is away, and Miss Barlieu wrote word to mamma that the English governess could bring me, so Hill was despatched with me to town."
"What a beautiful ring that is!" I exclaimed, as the stones flashed in the lamp-light.
Her eyes fell upon it, and a blush and a smile rose to her face. She sat down on the edge of my berth, and twirled it over with the fingers of her other hand.
"Yes it is a nice ring. Let any one attempt to give me a ring that is not a nice one; they would get it flung back at them."
"Is Mademoiselle Barlieu's a large school?"
"There were seventy-five last trimestre."
"Seventy-five!" I repeated, amazed at the number.
"That includes the externes--nearly fifty of them--with whom we have nothing to do. There are three class-rooms: one for the elder girls, one for the younger, and the third (it's the size almost of the large hall at the Tribunal of Commerce) for the externes."
"Are there many teachers?"
"Six, including the English governess and the two Miss Barlieus; and six masters, who are in nearly constant attendance."
"Altogether, do you like being there?"
"Yes," she said, laughing significantly, "I like it very well now. I am going on deck to watch the day break; so adieu for the present.
"We had a rough passage; of which I cannot think to this day without--without wishing not to think of it; and late in the afternoon the steamer was made fast to the port it was bound for. In the midst of the bustle preparatory to landing, a gentleman, young, vain, and good-looking, leaped on board, braving the douaniers, who were too late to prevent him, and warmly greeted Miss Chandos.
"My dear Emily!"
"Speak in French, Alfred," she said, taking the initiative and addressing him in the language--her damask cheeks, her dimples, and her dancing eyes all being something lovely to behold37. "I have not come alone, as I thought I should. A duenna, in the shape of the English governess, has charge of me."
"Miss Chandos, the men are calling out that we must land."
The interruption came from Miss Johnstone, who had approached, looking keenly at the gentleman. The latter, with scant38 courtesy to the governess, made no reply: he was too much occupied in assisting Miss Chandos up the landing-steps. Miss Chandos turned her head when she reached the top.
"Be so good as to look in the cabin, Miss Johnstone; I have left a hundred things there, odds39 and ends. My warm cloak is somewhere."
Miss Johnstone appeared anything but pleased. It is not usual for pupils to order their teachers to look after their things; and Miss Chandos was of somewhat imperious manner: not purposely: it was her nature. I turned with Miss Johnstone, and we collected together the items left by Miss Chandos. By the time we got to the custom-house, she had disappeared. Twenty minutes after, when we and our luggage had been examined, we found her outside, walking to and fro with the gentleman.
"Where are your boxes, Miss Chandos?" asked Miss Johnstone.
"My boxes? I don't know anything about them. I gave my keys to one of the commissionaires; he will see to them. Or you can, if you like."
"I do not imagine that it is my business to do so," was Miss Johnstone's offended reply. But Miss Chandos was again walking with her companion, and paid no heed40 to her.
"Halloa, De Mellissie! have you been to England?" inquired a passing Englishman of Miss Chandos's friend.
"Not I," he replied. `"I stepped on board the boat when it came in, so they took their revenge by making me go through the custom-house and turning my pockets inside out. Much good it did them!"
An omnibus was waiting round the corner, in which we were finally to be conveyed to our destination, Mademoiselle Barlieu's. Seated in it was a little, stout41, good-tempered dame42 of fifty, Mademoiselle Caroline, the senior teacher. She received Miss Chandos with open arms, and a kiss on each cheek. The gentleman politely handed us by turn into the omnibus, and stood bowing to us, bareheaded, as we drove away.
"Do you think him handsome?" Miss Chandos whispered to me, the glow on her face fading.
"Pretty well. What is his name?"
"Alfred de Mellissie. You can be good-natured, can't you?" she added.
"I can, if I like."
"Then be so now, and don't preach it out to the whole school that he met me. He----"
"Is that gentleman a relative of yours, Miss Chandos?" interrupted Miss Johnstone from the end of the omnibus.
Miss Chandos did not like the tone or the question: the one savoured of acrimony, the other she resented as impertinent. She fixed43 her haughty44 blue eyes on Miss Johnstone before she answered: they said very plainly, "By what right do you presume to inquire of me?" and Miss Johnstone bit her lips at the look.
"They are not related to us. Madame de Mellissie is an intimate friend of my mother, Lady Chandos." And that was all she condescended45 to say, for she turned her back and began laughing and chattering46 in French with Mademoiselle Caroline.
The Miss Barlieus received us graciously, giving us all the same friendly greeting that the old teacher had given only to Miss Chandos. Two pleasant, kind-hearted maiden47 ladies were they, not very young. Miss Annette confessed to having passed thirty-five. We were their visitors that evening, and were regaled with nice things in their own parlour.
I said I would relate the mode of treatment in that school. It was a superior establishment, the terms high for France; but they were not much more than half the amount of Miss Fenton's. Here they included the month's holiday at autumn. At Miss Fenton's the holidays were three months in the year; and if you stayed (as I did), extra money had to be paid.
The dormitories, were spacious48 and airy, a small, separate, thoroughly clean bed being given to each pupil. No French school can be overcrowded, for they are under the close inspection49 of the Government; and the number of pupils to be taken is registered. A large airy room is set apart as an infirmary, should any fall sick.
Clang! clang! clang! went the great bell in the morning, waking us out of our sleep at six. Dressing36, practising, lessons, and prayers, occupied the time until eight. Miss Johnstone read prayers to the English pupils, all Protestants; Mademoiselle Caroline read them to the French, who were Roman Catholics. For breakfast there was as much bread-and-butter as we liked to eat, and a small basin each of good rich milk. Some of the English girls chose tea in preference, which they were at liberty to do. On Sunday morning's the breakfast was a treat: coffee and petits pains, a sort of roll. We had them hot, two each, and a small pat of butter. Such coffee as that we never get in England: one-third coffee, two-thirds hot milk, and strong then. Breakfast over (to go back to the week days), we played till nine, and then came studies until twelve.
The professed50 dinner hour was half-past twelve, but the cook rarely sent in before a quarter to one. We all dined together with Miss Barlieu and Miss Annette, at two long tables. I remember the dinner, that first day, as well as though I had eaten it yesterday. A plateful of soup first, very poor, as all French soup is; after that the bouilli, the meat that the soup is made of. The English at first never like this bouilli, but in time they learn to know how good it is, eaten with the French piquante mustard. Sometimes carrots were served with the bouilli, sometimes small pickled cucumbers: this day we had cucumbers. Remembering Miss Fenton's, I wondered if that comprised the dinner--and, talking of Miss Fenton's, I have never mentioned that in her house we were not allowed bread at dinner; here, if we could have eaten a whole loaf, we might have had it.
It did not comprise the dinner; there came on some delicious roast veal51 and potatoes; and afterwards fried pancakes, with sugar. On Sundays we sometimes had poultry52, always a second dish of vegetables, and a fruit or cream tart13. The drink was the same as at Miss Fenton's--beer or water, as might be preferred. Four or five of the girls had wine; but it was either supplied by the parents, or paid for as an extra. It was commonly reported that in some other schools, in the colleges especially, the soup, the bouilli, bread and potatoes, comprised the dinner every day, with a roast joint53 in addition on Sundays.
At two o'clock came school again until four, when we were released for half an hour, and had each a slice of bread-and-butter, called collation54. Then school again until six, and supper at seven. The suppers varied55; meat was never served, but vegetables were often: sometimes bread and cheese and salad; or bread and butter, with an egg, or with shrimps56, or fried potatoes; and tea to drink. I think this was a more sensible mode of living than Miss Fenton's: altogether I can truly say that we experienced liberality and kindness at Miss Barlieu's; it was a far better home than the other.
But I have not got past the first day yet. In assorting her clothes after unpacking57, Miss Chandos missed a new velvet58 mantle59; there was some commotion60 about it, and she was told that she ought to have watched more narrowly the visiting her trunks in the custom-house. Miss Chandos took the loss equably, as she appeared to do most things. "Oh, if it's lost, mamma must send me over another," was her careless comment.
We were at our studies in the afternoon when Mademoiselle Annette entered. The mode of sitting was different here from what it had been at Miss Fenton's. There, we sat on a hard form for hours together without any support for the arms or back: stooping was the inevitable61 consequence, and many of the girls got a curve in the spine62; or, as the saying ran, "grew aside." In France we sat at a sloping desk, on which our arms rested, so that the spine could not get fatigued63: I never once, the whole period I stayed at Miss Barlieu's, saw a crooked64 girl. Mademoiselle Annette entered and accosted65 Miss Chandos.
"I understand, Miss Chandos, that you did not take any care of your boxes yourself at the custom-house; merely gave up your keys?"
A slight accession of colour, and Miss Chandos turned round her fair bright face, acknowledging that it was so.
"But, my dear, that was evincing great carelessness."
"I don't see it, Mademoiselle Annette," was Miss Chandos's smiling dissent66. "What are the commissionaires for, but to take charge of keys, and examine baggage?"
"Well; they have been up from the customs to say that the mantle was not left there. The commissionaire himself is here now; he says everything taken out of your boxes was safely put in again."
"It was a beautiful mantle, Mademoiselle Annette, and I daresay somebody caught it up and ran away with it when the man's attention was turned the other way. It can't be helped: there are worse misfortunes at sea."
"What gentleman was it that you were walking about with?" resumed Mademoiselle Annette.
"Gentleman?" returned Miss Chandos, in a questioning tone, as if she could not understand, or did not remember. "Gentleman, Mademoiselle Annette?"
"A gentleman who came on board to speak to you; and who assisted you to land: and with whom you were walking about afterwards, while the other ladies were in the custom-house?"
"Oh, I recollect67; yes. There was a gentleman who came on board: it was Monsieur de Mellissie." Very brilliant had Miss Chandos's cheeks become; but she turned her face to the desk as if anxious to continue her studies, and Mademoiselle Barlieu saw it not.
"What took him on board?" resumed Mademoiselle Annette.
"As if I knew, Mademoiselle Annette!" lightly replied the young lady. "He may have wanted to speak to the captain--or to some of the sailors--or to me. He did not tell me."
"But you were promenading68 with him afterwards!"
"And very polite of him it was to give up his time to promenade69 with me, while I was waiting for them to come out," replied Miss Chandos. "I returned him my thanks for it, Mademoiselle Annette. If the new English teacher had had a thousand boxes to clear, she could not have been much longer over it. I thought she was never coming."
"Well, my dear, do not promenade again with Monsieur de Mellissie. It is not the right thing for a young lady to do; and Miladi Chandos might not be pleased that you should."
"On the contrary, Mademoiselle Annette, mamma charged me with twenty messages to give him, in trust for his mother," replied the undaunted girl. "I was glad of an opportunity of delivering them."
Mademoiselle Annette said no more. She charged the girls as she quitted the room to get ready their geography books, for she should return for that class in five minutes.
"I say, Emily Chandos, whatever is all that about?" asked a young lady, Ellen Roper.
"I don't care! It's that new English teacher who has been reporting! Alfred jumped on board as soon as we touched the side, and I stayed with him until the omnibus was ready--or until we were ready for the omnibus. Where was the harm? You did not tell, Anne Hereford?"
"I have not spoken of it to any one."
"No; I was sure of that: it's that precious teacher. I did not like her before, but for this I'll give her all the trouble I can at my English lessons. Such folly70 for Mademoiselle Barlieu to engage a girl as governess; and she's no better. I could teach her. She's not nice, either; you can't like or respect her."
"I think the Miss Barlieus were surprised when they saw her," observed Ellen Roper. "Mademoiselle Annette asked her this morning if she were really twenty-one. So that is the age she must have represented herself to be in writing to them."
In the course of a day or two Emily Chandos received a letter from home. Lady Chandos had discovered that the velvet mantle, by some unaccountable mischance, had not been put into the boxes. She would forward it to Nulle.
The De Mellissies were staying in the town. Madame de Mellissie, the mother, an English lady by birth, had been intimate with Lady Chandos in early life; they were good friends still. Her son, and only child, Monsieur Alfred de Mellissie, chief of the family now in place of his dead father, appeared to make it the whole business of his life to admire Emily Chandos. The school commented on it.
"It can never lead to anything," they said. "He is only a Frenchman of comme-?a family, and she is Miss Chandos of Chandos."
And--being Miss Chandos of Chandos--it occurred to me to wonder that she should be at that French school. Not but that it was superior--one of the first to be found in France; but scarcely the place for Miss Chandos.
I said as much--talking one day with Mademoiselle Annette, when I was by her, drawing.
"My dear, Emily Chandos, though one of the most charming and loveable girls ever seen, is inclined to be wild; and Miladi Chandos thinks the discipline of a school good for her," was the answer. "They do not care to have a governess residing at Chandos."
"But why, Mademoiselle?"
Mademoiselle Annette shook her head mysteriously. "I know not. Miladi said it to me. She is altered terribly. There is always a cloud hanging over Chandos. Go on with your sketch71, my dear; young ladies should not be curious."
One of the first questions put to me by the girls was--were any names given in for my visiting. I did not understand the question. We elder ones were seated at the desk-table, doing German exercises--or pretending to do them. Miss Barlieu had found me so well advanced, that I was put in the first classes for every study. Ellen Roper saw I looked puzzled, and explained.
"When a pupil is placed at school in France, her friends give in the names of the families where she may visit, and the governess writes them down. It is not a bad custom."
"It is a miserable72 custom, Ellen Roper," retorted Miss Chandos. "When the Stapletons were passing through Nulle last spring, they invited me to the hotel for a day, and Mademoiselle Barlieu put her veto upon it, because their name had not been given in by mamma. Lady Stapleton came and expostulated; said her husband, Sir Gregory, was the oldest friend possible of the late Sir Thomas Chandos, had been for years, and that they would take every imaginable care of me, and she knew Lady Chandos would wish me to go. Not a bit of it; you might as well have tried to move the house as to move Mademoiselle Barlieu. Miladi Chandos had not given her the name, she said, and she could not depart from the usual custom. Don't you remember what a passion I was in? Cried my eyes out, and would not do a single devoir. Anne Hereford, you can write home and ask them to give in some names to Miss Barlieu."
Home! What home had I to write to?
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