'Only--only that I was waiting in the school-room for Madame, and did not
know where she was.'
'Well, she is here, you see, and will join you up-stairs in a few minutes.'
So back I went again, huffed, angry, and curious, and sat back in my chair
with a clouded countenance, thinking very little about lessons.
When Madame entered, I did not lift my head or eyes.
'Good cheaile! reading,' said she, as she approached briskly and reassured.
'No,' I answered tartly; 'not good, nor a child either; I'm not reading,
I've been thinking.'
'Tres-bien!' she said, with an insufferable smile, 'thinking is very good
also; but you look unhappy--very, poor cheaile. Take care you are not grow
jealous for poor Madame talking sometime to your papa; you must not, little
fool. It is only for a your good, my dear Maud, and I had no objection you
should stay.'
'_You_! Madame!' I said loftily. I was very angry, and showed it through my
dignity, to Madame's evident satisfaction.
'No--it was your papa, Mr. Ruthyn, who weesh to speak alone; for me I do
not care; there was something I weesh to tell him.
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