'Wat horror! I am so pale. Quel ennui! wat bore! Ow weak av I grow in two
three days!'
And she practised some plaintive, invalid glances into the mirror. But on a
sudden there came a little sharp inquisitive frown as she looked over the
frame of the glass, upon the terrace beneath. It was only a glance, and she
sat down languidly in her arm-chair to prepare, I suppose, for the fatigues
of the toilet.
My curiosity was sufficiently aroused to induce me to ask--
'But why, Madame, do you fancy that Lady Knollys dislikes you?'
''Tis not fancy, my dear Maud. Ah ha, no! Mais c'est toute une
histoire--too tedious to tell now--some time maybe--and you will learn when
you are little older, the most violent hatreds often they are the most
without cause. But, my dear cheaile, the hours they are running from us,
and I must dress. Vite, vite! so you run away to the school-room, and I
will come after.'
Madame had her dressing-case and her mysteries, and palpably stood in need
of repairs; so away I went to my studies. The room which we called the
school-room was partly beneath the floor of Madame's bed-chamber, and
commanded the same view; so, remembering my governess's peering glance from
her windows, I looked out, and saw Cousin Monica making a brisk promenade
up and down the terrace-walk.
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