After the “prière du soir,” Madame herself came to have another look at me. She desired me to follow her up-stairs. Through a series of the queerest little dormitories — which, I heard afterwards, had once been nuns’ cells: for the premises2 were in part of ancient date — and through the oratory3 — a long, low, gloomy room, where a crucifix hung, pale, against the wall, and two tapers4 kept dim vigils — she conducted me to an apartment where three children were asleep in three tiny beds. A heated stove made the air of this room oppressive; and, to mend matters, it was scented5 with an odour rather strong than delicate: a perfume, indeed, altogether surprising and unexpected under the circumstances, being like the combination of smoke with some spirituous essence — a smell, in short, of whisky.
Beside a table, on which flared6 the remnant of a candle guttering7 to waste in the socket8, a coarse woman, heterogeneously9 clad in a broad striped showy silk dress, and a stuff apron10, sat in a chair fast asleep. To complete the picture, and leave no doubt as to the state of matters, a bottle and an empty glass stood at the sleeping beauty’s elbow.
Madame contemplated11 this remarkable12 tableau13 with great calm; she neither smiled nor scowled14; no impress of anger, disgust, or surprise, ruffled15 the equality of her grave aspect; she did not even wake the woman! Serenely17 pointing to a fourth bed, she intimated that it was to be mine; then, having extinguished the candle and substituted for it a night-lamp, she glided18 through an inner door, which she left ajar — the entrance to her own chamber20, a large, well-furnished apartment; as was discernible through the aperture21.
My devotions that night were all thanksgiving. Strangely had I been led since morning — unexpectedly had I been provided for. Scarcely could I believe that not forty-eight hours had elapsed since I left London, under no other guardianship22 than that which protects the passenger-bird — with no prospect23 but the dubious24 cloud-tracery of hope.
I was a light sleeper25; in the dead of night I suddenly awoke. All was hushed, but a white figure stood in the room — Madame in her night-dress. Moving without perceptible sound, she visited the three children in the three beds; she approached me: I feigned26 sleep, and she studied me long. A small pantomime ensued, curious enough. I daresay she sat a quarter of an hour on the edge of my bed, gazing at my face. She then drew nearer, bent27 close over me; slightly raised my cap, and turned back the border so as to expose my hair; she looked at my hand lying on the bedclothes. This done, she turned to the chair where my clothes lay: it was at the foot of the bed. Hearing her touch and lift them, I opened my eyes with precaution, for I own I felt curious to see how far her taste for research would lead her. It led her a good way: every article did she inspect. I divined her motive28 for this proceeding29, viz. the wish to form from the garments a judgment30 respecting the wearer, her station, means, neatness, &c. The end was not bad, but the means were hardly fair or justifiable31. In my dress was a pocket; she fairly turned it inside out: she counted the money in my purse; she opened a little memorandum-book, coolly perused32 its contents, and took from between the leaves a small plaited lock of Miss Marchmont’s grey hair. To a bunch of three keys, being those of my trunk, desk, and work-box, she accorded special attention: with these, indeed, she withdrew a moment to her own room. I softly rose in my bed and followed her with my eye: these keys, reader, were not brought back till they had left on the toilet of the adjoining room the impress of their wards1 in wax. All being thus done decently and in order, my property was returned to its place, my clothes were carefully refolded. Of what nature were the conclusions deduced from this scrutiny33? Were they favourable34 or otherwise? Vain question. Madame’s face of stone (for of stone in its present night aspect it looked: it had been human, and, as I said before, motherly, in the salon) betrayed no response.
Her duty done — I felt that in her eyes this business was a duty — she rose, noiseless as a shadow: she moved towards her own chamber; at the door, she turned, fixing her eye on the heroine of the bottle, who still slept and loudly snored. Mrs. Svini (I presume this was Mrs. Svini, Anglicé or Hibernicé, Sweeny)— Mrs. Sweeny’s doom35 was in Madame Beck’s eye — an immutable36 purpose that eye spoke37: Madame’s visitations for shortcomings might be slow, but they were sure. All this was very un-English: truly I was in a foreign land.
The morrow made me further acquainted with Mrs. Sweeny. It seems she had introduced herself to her present employer as an English lady in reduced circumstances: a native, indeed, of Middlesex, professing38 to speak the English tongue with the purest metropolitan39 accent. Madame — reliant on her own infallible expedients40 for finding out the truth in time — had a singular intrepidity41 in hiring service off-hand (as indeed seemed abundantly proved in my own case). She received Mrs. Sweeny as nursery-governess to her three children. I need hardly explain to the reader that this lady was in effect a native of Ireland; her station I do not pretend to fix: she boldly declared that she had “had the bringing-up of the son and daughter of a marquis.” I think myself, she might possibly have been a hanger-on, nurse, fosterer, or washerwoman, in some Irish family: she spoke a smothered42 tongue, curiously43 overlaid with mincing44 cockney inflections. By some means or other she had acquired, and now held in possession, a wardrobe of rather suspicious splendour — gowns of stiff and costly45 silk, fitting her indifferently, and apparently46 made for other proportions than those they now adorned47; caps with real lace borders, and — the chief item in the inventory48, the spell by which she struck a certain awe49 through the household, quelling50 the otherwise scornfully disposed teachers and servants, and, so long as her broad shoulders wore the folds of that majestic51 drapery, even influencing Madame herself — a real Indian shawl — “un véritable cachemire,” as Madame Beck said, with unmixed reverence52 and amaze. I feel quite sure that without this “cachemire” she would not have kept her footing in the pensionnat for two days: by virtue53 of it, and it only, she maintained the same a month.
But when Mrs. Sweeny knew that I was come to fill her shoes, then it was that she declared herself — then did she rise on Madame Beck in her full power — then come down on me with her concentrated weight. Madame bore this revelation and visitation so well, so stoically, that I for very shame could not support it otherwise than with composure. For one little moment Madame Beck absented herself from the room; ten minutes after, an agent of the police stood in the midst of us. Mrs. Sweeny and her effects were removed. Madame’s brow had not been ruffled during the scene — her lips had not dropped one sharply-accented word.
This brisk little affair of the dismissal was all settled before breakfast: order to march given, policeman called, mutineer expelled; “chambre d’enfans” fumigated54 and cleansed55, windows thrown open, and every trace of the accomplished56 Mrs. Sweeny — even to the fine essence and spiritual fragrance57 which gave token so subtle and so fatal of the head and front of her offending — was annihilated58 from the Rue59 Fossette: all this, I say, was done between the moment of Madame Beck’s issuing like Aurora60 from her chamber, and that in which she coolly sat down to pour out her first cup of coffee.
About noon, I was summoned to dress Madame. (It appeared my place was to be a hybrid61 between gouvernante and lady’s-maid.) Till noon, she haunted the house in her wrapping-gown, shawl, and soundless slippers62. How would the lady-chief of an English school approve this custom?
The dressing63 of her hair puzzled me; she had plenty of it: auburn, unmixed with grey: though she was forty years old. Seeing my embarrassment64, she said, “You have not been a femme-de-chambre in your own country?” And taking the brush from my hand, and setting me aside, not ungently or disrespectfully, she arranged it herself. In performing other offices of the toilet, she half-directed, half-aided me, without the least display of temper or impatience65. N.B. — That was the first and last time I was required to dress her. Henceforth, on Rosine, the portress, devolved that duty.
When attired66, Madame Beck appeared a personage of a figure rather short and stout67, yet still graceful68 in its own peculiar69 way; that is, with the grace resulting from proportion of parts. Her complexion70 was fresh and sanguine71, not too rubicund72; her eye, blue and serene16; her dark silk dress fitted her as a French sempstress alone can make a dress fit; she looked well, though a little bourgeoise; as bourgeoise, indeed, she was. I know not what of harmony pervaded73 her whole person; and yet her face offered contrast, too: its features were by no means such as are usually seen in conjunction with a complexion of such blended freshness and repose74: their outline was stern: her forehead was high but narrow; it expressed capacity and some benevolence75, but no expanse; nor did her peaceful yet watchful76 eye ever know the fire which is kindled77 in the heart or the softness which flows thence. Her mouth was hard: it could be a little grim; her lips were thin. For sensibility and genius, with all their tenderness and temerity78, I felt somehow that Madame would be the right sort of Minos in petticoats.
In the long run, I found she was something else in petticoats too. Her name was Modeste Maria Beck, née Kint: it ought to have been Ignacia. She was a charitable woman, and did a great deal of good. There never was a mistress whose rule was milder. I was told that she never once remonstrated79 with the intolerable Mrs. Sweeny, despite her tipsiness, disorder80, and general neglect; yet Mrs. Sweeny had to go the moment her departure became convenient. I was told, too, that neither masters nor teachers were found fault with in that establishment; yet both masters and teachers were often changed: they vanished and others filled their places, none could well explain how.
The establishment was both a pensionnat and an externat: the externes or day-pupils exceeded one hundred in number; the boarders were about a score. Madame must have possessed81 high administrative82 powers: she ruled all these, together with four teachers, eight masters, six servants, and three children, managing at the same time to perfection the pupils’ parents and friends; and that without apparent effort; without bustle83, fatigue84, fever, or any symptom of undue85, excitement: occupied she always was — busy, rarely. It is true that Madame had her own system for managing and regulating this mass of machinery86; and a very pretty system it was: the reader has seen a specimen87 of it, in that small affair of turning my pocket inside out, and reading my private memoranda88. “Surveillance,” “espionage89,”— these were her watchwords.
Still, Madame knew what honesty was, and liked it — that is, when it did not obtrude90 its clumsy scruples91 in the way of her will and interest. She had a respect for “Angleterre;” and as to “les Anglaises,” she would have the women of no other country about her own children, if she could help it.
Often in the evening, after she had been plotting and counter-plotting, spying and receiving the reports of spies all day, she would come up to my room — a trace of real weariness on her brow — and she would sit down and listen while the children said their little prayers to me in English: the Lord’s Prayer, and the hymn93 beginning “Gentle Jesus,” these little Catholics were permitted to repeat at my knee; and, when I had put them to bed, she would talk to me (I soon gained enough French to be able to understand, and even answer her) about England and Englishwomen, and the reasons for what she was pleased to term their superior intelligence, and more real and reliable probity94. Very good sense she often showed; very sound opinions she often broached95: she seemed to know that keeping girls in distrustful restraint, in blind ignorance, and under a surveillance that left them no moment and no corner for retirement96, was not the best way to make them grow up honest and modest women; but she averred97 that ruinous consequences would ensue if any other method were tried with continental98 children: they were so accustomed to restraint, that relaxation99, however guarded, would be misunderstood and fatally presumed on. She was sick, she would declare, of the means she had to use, but use them she must; and after discoursing100, often with dignity and delicacy101, to me, she would move away on her “souliers de silence,” and glide19 ghost-like through the house, watching and spying everywhere, peering through every keyhole, listening behind every door.
After all, Madame’s system was not bad — let me do her justice. Nothing could be better than all her arrangements for the physical well-being102 of her scholars. No minds were overtasked: the lessons were well distributed and made incomparably easy to the learner; there was a liberty of amusement, and a provision for exercise which kept the girls healthy; the food was abundant and good: neither pale nor puny103 faces were anywhere to be seen in the Rue Fossette. She never grudged104 a holiday; she allowed plenty of time for sleeping, dressing, washing, eating; her method in all these matters was easy, liberal, salutary, and rational: many an austere105 English school-mistress would do vastly well to imitate her — and I believe many would be glad to do so, if exacting106 English parents would let them.
As Madame Beck ruled by espionage, she of course had her staff of spies: she perfectly107 knew the quality of the tools she used, and while she would not scruple92 to handle the dirtiest for a dirty occasion — flinging this sort from her like refuse rind, after the orange has been duly squeezed — I have known her fastidious in seeking pure metal for clean uses; and when once a bloodless and rustless108 instrument was found, she was careful of the prize, keeping it in silk and cotton-wool. Yet, woe109 be to that man or woman who relied on her one inch beyond the point where it was her interest to be trustworthy: interest was the master-key of Madame’s nature — the mainspring of her motives110 — the alpha and omega of her life. I have seen her feelings appealed to, and I have smiled in half-pity, half-scorn at the appellants. None ever gained her ear through that channel, or swayed her purpose by that means. On the contrary, to attempt to touch her heart was the surest way to rouse her antipathy111, and to make of her a secret foe112. It proved to her that she had no heart to be touched: it reminded her where she was impotent and dead. Never was the distinction between charity and mercy better exemplified than in her. While devoid113 of sympathy, she had a sufficiency of rational benevolence: she would give in the readiest manner to people she had never seen — rather, however, to classes than to individuals. “Pour les pauvres,” she opened her purse freely — against the poor man, as a rule, she kept it closed. In philanthropic schemes for the benefit of society at large she took a cheerful part; no private sorrow touched her: no force or mass of suffering concentrated in one heart had power to pierce hers. Not the agony in Gethsemane, not the death on Calvary, could have wrung114 from her eyes one tear.
I say again, Madame was a very great and a very capable woman. That school offered her for her powers too limited a sphere; she ought to have swayed a nation: she should have been the leader of a turbulent legislative115 assembly. Nobody could have browbeaten116 her, none irritated her nerves, exhausted117 her patience, or over-reached her astuteness118. In her own single person, she could have comprised the duties of a first minister and a superintendent119 of police. Wise, firm, faithless; secret, crafty120, passionless; watchful and inscrutable; acute and insensate — withal perfectly decorous — what more could be desired?
The sensible reader will not suppose that I gained all the knowledge here condensed for his benefit in one month, or in one half-year. No! what I saw at first was the thriving outside of a large and flourishing educational establishment. Here was a great house, full of healthy, lively girls, all well-dressed and many of them handsome, gaining knowledge by a marvellously easy method, without painful exertion121 or useless waste of spirits; not, perhaps, making very rapid progress in anything; taking it easy, but still always employed, and never oppressed. Here was a corps122 of teachers and masters, more stringently123 tasked, as all the real head-labour was to be done by them, in order to save the pupils, yet having their duties so arranged that they relieved each other in quick succession whenever the work was severe: here, in short, was a foreign school; of which the life, movement, and variety made it a complete and most charming contrast to many English institutions of the same kind.
Behind the house was a large garden, and, in summer, the pupils almost lived out of doors amongst the rose-bushes and the fruit-trees. Under the vast and vine-draped berceau, Madame would take her seat on summer afternoons, and send for the classes, in turns, to sit round her and sew and read. Meantime, masters came and went, delivering short and lively lectures, rather than lessons, and the pupils made notes of their instructions, or did not make them — just as inclination124 prompted; secure that, in case of neglect, they could copy the notes of their companions. Besides the regular monthly jours de sortie, the Catholic fête-days brought a succession of holidays all the year round; and sometimes on a bright summer morning, or soft summer evening; the boarders were taken out for a long walk into the country, regaled with gaufres and vin blanc, or new milk and pain bis, or pistolets au beurre (rolls) and coffee. All this seemed very pleasant, and Madame appeared goodness itself; and the teachers not so bad but they might be worse; and the pupils, perhaps, a little noisy and rough, but types of health and glee.
Thus did the view appear, seen through the enchantment125 of distance; but there came a time when distance was to melt for me — when I was to be called down from my watch-tower of the nursery, whence I had hitherto made my observations, and was to be compelled into closer intercourse126 with this little world of the Rue Fossette.
I was one day sitting up-stairs, as usual, hearing the children their English lessons, and at the same time turning a silk dress for Madame, when she came sauntering into the room with that absorbed air and brow of hard thought she sometimes wore, and which made her look so little genial127. Dropping into a seat opposite mine, she remained some minutes silent. Désirée, the eldest128 girl, was reading to me some little essay of Mrs. Barbauld’s, and I was making her translate currently from English to French as she proceeded, by way of ascertaining129 that she comprehended what she read: Madame listened.
Presently, without preface or prelude130, she said, almost in the tone of one making an accusation131, “Meess, in England you were a governess?”
“No, Madame,” said I smiling, “you are mistaken.”
“Is this your first essay at teaching — this attempt with my children?”
I assured her it was. Again she became silent; but looking up, as I took a pin from the cushion, I found myself an object of study: she held me under her eye; she seemed turning me round in her thoughts — measuring my fitness for a purpose, weighing my value in a plan. Madame had, ere this, scrutinized132 all I had, and I believe she esteemed133 herself cognizant of much that I was; but from that day, for the space of about a fortnight, she tried me by new tests. She listened at the nursery door when I was shut in with the children; she followed me at a cautious distance when I walked out with them, stealing within ear-shot whenever the trees of park or boulevard afforded a sufficient screen: a strict preliminary process having thus been observed, she made a move forward.
One morning, coming on me abruptly134, and with the semblance135 of hurry, she said she found herself placed in a little dilemma136. Mr. Wilson, the English master, had failed to come at his hour, she feared he was ill; the pupils were waiting in classe; there was no one to give a lesson; should I, for once, object to giving a short dictation exercise, just that the pupils might not have it to say they had missed their English lesson?
“In classe, Madame?” I asked.
“Yes, in classe: in the second division.”
“Where there are sixty pupils,” said I; for I knew the number, and with my usual base habit of cowardice137, I shrank into my sloth138 like a snail139 into its shell, and alleged140 incapacity and impracticability as a pretext141 to escape action. If left to myself, I should infallibly have let this chance slip. Inadventurous, unstirred by impulses of practical ambition, I was capable of sitting twenty years teaching infants the hornbook, turning silk dresses and making children’s frocks. Not that true contentment dignified142 this infatuated resignation: my work had neither charm for my taste, nor hold on my interest; but it seemed to me a great thing to be without heavy anxiety, and relieved from intimate trial: the negation143 of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives — the life of thought, and that of reality; and, provided the former was nourished with a sufficiency of the strange necromantic144 joys of fancy, the privileges of the latter might remain limited to daily bread, hourly work, and a roof of shelter.
“Come,” said Madame, as I stooped more busily than ever over the cutting-out of a child’s pinafore, “leave that work.”
“But Fifine wants it, Madame.”
“Fifine must want it, then, for I want you.”
And as Madame Beck did really want and was resolved to have me — as she had long been dissatisfied with the English master, with his shortcomings in punctuality, and his careless method of tuition — as, too, she did not lack resolution and practical activity, whether I lacked them or not — she, without more ado, made me relinquish145 thimble and needle; my hand was taken into hers, and I was conducted down-stairs. When we reached the carré, a large square hall between the dwelling-house and the pensionnat, she paused, dropped my hand, faced, and scrutinized me. I was flushed, and tremulous from head to foot: tell it not in Gath, I believe I was crying. In fact, the difficulties before me were far from being wholly imaginary; some of them were real enough; and not the least substantial lay in my want of mastery over the medium through which I should be obliged to teach. I had, indeed, studied French closely since my arrival in Villette; learning its practice by day, and its theory in every leisure moment at night, to as late an hour as the rule of the house would allow candle-light; but I was far from yet being able to trust my powers of correct oral expression.
“D?tes donc,” said Madame sternly, “vous sentez vous réellement trop faible?”
I might have said “Yes,” and gone back to nursery obscurity, and there, perhaps, mouldered146 for the rest of my life; but looking up at Madame, I saw in her countenance147 a something that made me think twice ere I decided148. At that instant she did not wear a woman’s aspect, but rather a man’s. Power of a particular kind strongly limned149 itself in all her traits, and that power was not my kind of power: neither sympathy, nor congeniality, nor submission150, were the emotions it awakened151. I stood — not soothed152, nor won, nor overwhelmed. It seemed as if a challenge of strength between opposing gifts was given, and I suddenly felt all the dishonour153 of my diffidence — all the pusillanimity154 of my slackness to aspire155.
“Will you,” she said, “go backward or forward?” indicating with her hand, first, the small door of communication with the dwelling-house, and then the great double portals of the classes or schoolrooms.
“En avant,” I said.
“But,” pursued she, cooling as I warmed, and continuing the hard look, from very antipathy to which I drew strength and determination, “can you face the classes, or are you over-excited?”
She sneered156 slightly in saying this: nervous excitability was not much to Madame’s taste.
“I am no more excited than this stone,” I said, tapping the flag with my toe: “or than you,” I added, returning her look.
“Bon! But let me tell you these are not quiet, decorous, English girls you are going to encounter. Ce sont des Labassecouriennes, rondes, franches, brusques, et tant soit peu rebelles.”
I said: “I know; and I know, too, that though I have studied French hard since I came here, yet I still speak it with far too much hesitation158 — too little accuracy to be able to command their respect I shall make blunders that will lay me open to the scorn of the most ignorant. Still I mean to give the lesson.”
“They always throw over timid teachers,” said she.
“I know that too, Madame; I have heard how they rebelled against and persecuted159 Miss Turner”— a poor friendless English teacher, whom Madame had employed, and lightly discarded; and to whose piteous history I was no stranger.
“C’est vrai,” said she, coolly. “Miss Turner had no more command over them than a servant from the kitchen would have had. She was weak and wavering; she had neither tact160 nor intelligence, decision nor dignity. Miss Turner would not do for these girls at all.”
I made no reply, but advanced to the closed schoolroom door.
“You will not expect aid from me, or from any one,” said Madame. “That would at once set you down as incompetent161 for your office.”
I opened the door, let her pass with courtesy, and followed her. There were three schoolrooms, all large. That dedicated162 to the second division, where I was to figure, was considerably163 the largest, and accommodated an assemblage more numerous, more turbulent, and infinitely164 more unmanageable than the other two. In after days, when I knew the ground better, I used to think sometimes (if such a comparison may be permitted), that the quiet, polished, tame first division was to the robust165, riotous166, demonstrative second division, what the English House of Lords is to the House of Commons.
The first glance informed me that many of the pupils were more than girls — quite young women; I knew that some of them were of noble family (as nobility goes in Labassecour), and I was well convinced that not one amongst them was ignorant of my position in Madame’s household. As I mounted the estràde (a low platform, raised a step above the flooring), where stood the teacher’s chair and desk, I beheld167 opposite to me a row of eyes and brows that threatened stormy weather — eyes full of an insolent168 light, and brows hard and unblushing as marble. The continental “female” is quite a different being to the insular169 “female” of the same age and class: I never saw such eyes and brows in England. Madame Beck introduced me in one cool phrase, sailed from the room, and left me alone in my glory.
I shall never forget that first lesson, nor all the under-current of life and character it opened up to me. Then first did I begin rightly to see the wide difference that lies between the novelist’s and poet’s ideal “jeune fille” and the said “jeune fille” as she really is.
It seems that three titled belles157 in the first row had sat down predetermined that a bonne d’enfants should not give them lessons in English. They knew they had succeeded in expelling obnoxious170 teachers before now; they knew that Madame would at any time throw overboard a professeur or maitresse who became unpopular with the school — that she never assisted a weak official to retain his place — that if he had not strength to fight, or tact to win his way, down he went: looking at “Miss Snowe,” they promised themselves an easy victory.
Mesdemoiselles Blanche, Virginie, and Angélique opened the campaign by a series of titterings and whisperings; these soon swelled171 into murmurs172 and short laughs, which the remoter benches caught up and echoed more loudly. This growing revolt of sixty against one, soon became oppressive enough; my command of French being so limited, and exercised under such cruel constraint173.
Could I but have spoken in my own tongue, I felt as if I might have gained a hearing; for, in the first place, though I knew I looked a poor creature, and in many respects actually was so, yet nature had given me a voice that could make itself heard, if lifted in excitement or deepened by emotion. In the second place, while I had no flow, only a hesitating trickle174 of language, in ordinary circumstances, yet — under stimulus175 such as was now rife176 through the mutinous177 mass — I could, in English, have rolled out readily phrases stigmatizing178 their proceedings179 as such proceedings deserved to be stigmatized180; and then with some sarcasm181, flavoured with contemptuous bitterness for the ringleaders, and relieved with easy banter182 for the weaker but less knavish183 followers184, it seemed to me that one might possibly get command over this wild herd185, and bring them into training, at least. All I could now do was to walk up to Blanche — Mademoiselle de Melcy, a young baronne — the eldest, tallest, handsomest, and most vicious — stand before her desk, take from under her hand her exercise-book, remount the estrade, deliberately186 read the composition, which I found very stupid, and, as deliberately, and in the face of the whole school, tear the blotted187 page in two.
This action availed to draw attention and check noise. One girl alone, quite in the background, persevered188 in the riot with undiminished energy. I looked at her attentively189. She had a pale face, hair like night, broad strong eyebrows190, decided features, and a dark, mutinous, sinister191 eye: I noted192 that she sat close by a little door, which door, I was well aware, opened into a small closet where books were kept. She was standing193 up for the purpose of conducting her clamour with freer energies. I measured her stature194 and calculated her strength She seemed both tall and wiry; but, so the conflict were brief and the attack unexpected, I thought I might manage her.
Advancing up the room, looking as cool and careless as I possibly could, in short, ayant l’air de rien, I slightly pushed the door and found it was ajar. In an instant, and with sharpness, I had turned on her. In another instant she occupied the closet, the door was shut, and the key in my pocket.
It so happened that this girl, Dolores by name, and a Catalonian by race, was the sort of character at once dreaded195 and hated by all her associates; the act of summary justice above noted proved popular: there was not one present but, in her heart, liked to see it done. They were stilled for a moment; then a smile — not a laugh — passed from desk to desk: then — when I had gravely and tranquilly196 returned to the estrade, courteously197 requested silence, and commenced a dictation as if nothing at all had happened — the pens travelled peacefully over the pages, and the remainder of the lesson passed in order and industry.
“C’est bien,” said Madame Beck, when I came out of class, hot and a little exhausted. “Ca ira.”
She had been listening and peeping through a spy-hole the whole time.
From that day I ceased to be nursery governess, and became English teacher. Madame raised my salary; but she got thrice the work out of me she had extracted from Mr. Wilson, at half the expense.
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n.讥讽,讽刺,嘲弄,反话 (adj.sarcastic) | |
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182 banter | |
n.嘲弄,戏谑;v.取笑,逗弄,开玩笑 | |
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183 knavish | |
adj.无赖(似)的,不正的;刁诈 | |
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184 followers | |
追随者( follower的名词复数 ); 用户; 契据的附面; 从动件 | |
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185 herd | |
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186 deliberately | |
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187 blotted | |
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188 persevered | |
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189 attentively | |
adv.聚精会神地;周到地;谛;凝神 | |
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190 eyebrows | |
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191 sinister | |
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192 noted | |
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193 standing | |
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194 stature | |
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195 dreaded | |
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