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It seemed a fortunate thing that she happened to be painting when Miss Granger opened her guns upon her in this manner. "He gives lessons, I believe; does he not?" asked Sophia. "Yes I I believe I have heard so." "Do you know, I took it into my head that he might have been your drawing-master at Belforet." Clarissa laughed aloud at this suggestion.
Clarissa found herself in great request for the dances, and danced more than she had done since the days of her schoolgirl waltzes and polkas in the play-room at Belforet. It was about an hour after the dancing had begun, when Lady Laura brought her no less a partner than Mr.
Granger talked very fair French, of a soundly grammatical order; and Clarissa's tongue ran almost as gaily as in her schoolgirl days at Belforet. She was going to see her brother to see him shining in good society, and not in the pernicious "set" of which George Fairfax had spoken. The thought was rapture to her.
They drove past the fringe of prim little villas on the outskirts of the town, and away along a country road towards Arden; and once more Clarissa saw the things that she had dreamed of so often in her narrow white bed in the bleak dormitory at Belforet.
She was jealous even of that supposed flirtation at Belforet, four or five years ago. She was angry with Clarissa for having once possessed this man's heart; ready to suspect her of any baseness in the past, any treason in the present.
After this, they talked of many things; of Clarissa's girlish experiences at Belforet; of the traveller's wanderings, which seemed to have extended all over the world. He had been a good deal in India, in the Artillery, and was likely to return thither before long.
"I'd better bring down my finished drawings, papa; those that were mounted for you at Belforet," she said. "Nonsense, child; Mr. Granger wants to see your rough sketches, not those stiff schoolgirl things, which I suppose were finished by your drawing-master. Bring that book you are always scribbling in. The girl has a kind of passion for art," said Mr.
Miss Granger's persistent curiosity amused her a little, dangerous as the ground was. "Oh dear no, he was not our master at Belforet," she said. "We had a little old Swiss such an ancient, ancient man who took snuff continually, and was always talking about his pays natal and Jean Jacques Rousseau.
Inexperienced in the ways of every-day life as a child knowing no more now than she had known in her school-girl days at Belforet she had made her poor little plan, such as it was.
"Yes, it is a school at Belforet, near Paris. I have been there a long time, and am going home now to keep house for papa." "Indeed! And is your journey a long one? Are we to be travelling companions for some time to come?" "I am going rather a long way to Holborough."
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