' Something like indignation
kindled in my mind as I began to wonder at the sly strategy which had been
practised upon me.
'I 'av not conceal myself, Mademoiselle,' retorted the governness. 'I 'av
act precisally as I 'av been ordered. Your uncle, Mr. Silas Ruthyn, he is
afraid, Waiatt says, to be interrupted by his creditors, and everything
must be done very quaitly. I have been commanded to avoid _me faire voir_,
you know, and I must obey my employer--voila tout!'
'And for how long have you been residing here?' I persisted, in the same
resentful vein.
''Bout a week. It is soche triste place! I am so glad to see you, Maud!
I've been so isolee, you dear leetle fool!'
'You are _not_ glad, Madame; you don't love me--you never did,' I exclaimed
with sudden vehemence.
'Yes, I am _very_ glad; you know not, chere petite _niaise_, how I 'av
desire to educate you a leetle more. Let us understand one another. You
think I do not love you, Mademoiselle, because you have mentioned to your
poor papa that little _dereglement_ in his library. I have repent very
often that so great indiscretion of my life.
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