I don't care who know,
but Mr. Ruthyn he is deeferent.'
I made no remark.
'Come, leetle Maud, you are not to be so cross; it will be much better you
and I to be good friends together. Why should a we quarrel?--wat nonsense!
Do you imagine I would anywhere undertake a the education of a young person
unless I could speak with her parent?--wat folly! I would like to be your
friend, however, my poor Maud, if you would allow--you and I together--wat
you say?'
'People grow to be friends by liking, Madame, and liking comes of itself,
not by bargain; I like every one who is kind to me.'
'And so I. You are like me in so many things, my dear Maud! Are you quaite
well to-day? I think you look fateague; so I feel, too, vary tire. I think
we weel put off the lessons to to-morrow. Eh? and we will come to play la
grace in the garden.'
Madame was plainly in a high state of exultation. Her audience had
evidently been satisfactory, and, like other people, when things went well,
her soul lighted up into a sulphureous good-humour, not very genuine nor
pleasant, but still it was better than other moods.
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