'I do, and so do you, Madame,' I replied, growing more frightened.
'It may be--we shall see; but everyone is not so cruel as you, _ma chere
petite calomniatrice_.'
'You shan't call me those names,' I said, in an angry tremor.
'What name, dearest cheaile?'
'_Calomniatrice_--that is an insult.'
'Why, my most foolish little Maud, we may say rogue, and a thousand other
little words in play which we do not say seriously.
'You are not playing--you never play--you are angry, and you hate me,' I
exclaimed, vehemently.
'Oh, fie!--wat shame! Do you not perceive, dearest cheaile, how much
education you still need? You are proud, little demoiselle; you must
become, on the contrary, quaite humble. Je ferai baiser le babouin a
vous--ha, ha, ha! I weel make a you to kees the monkey. You are too proud,
my dear cheaile.'
'I am not such a fool as I was at Knowl,' I said; 'you shall not terrify me
here. I will tell my uncle the whole truth,' I said.
'Well, it may be that is the best,' she replied, with provoking coolness.
'You think I don't mean it?'
'Of course you _do_,' she replied.
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