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"I must get away without disturbing anyone," she thought, "I will slip downstairs and snatch Fraulein Hirsch from her seat and we will go quietly out. I can write a nice note to Lady Etynge tomorrow, and explain. I HOPE she won't mind having forgotten me. I must make her feel sure that it did not matter in the least. I'll tell her about the book."
She herself was well educated, she was good tempered and well bred, and she had known for some time that she was pretty. "Perhaps Fraulein Hirsch may bring you in to have tea with me some afternoon when you are out," Lady Etynge said kindly before she left them. "I think you would like to see Helene's rooms. I should be glad to hear what another girl thinks of them." Robin was delighted.
I have been allowed to read a good deal and my teachers, Mademoiselle Valle and Fraulein Hirsch, say I speak and write French and German well for an English girl. If you thought I could be a suitable companion for Miss Etynge, I should be very happy." How curiously Lady Etynge watched her as she spoke.
Her first arguments were merely those of a girl who, though her brain was not inactive pulp, had still a protected girl's outlook. She had been overwhelmed by a sense of the awkwardness of her position and by the dread that she would be obliged to disturb and, almost inevitably, embarrass and annoy Lady Etynge.
She had not thought yet of asking Mademoiselle Valle how it should be done. She was not aware that she looked at Lady Etynge with a heavenly, little unconscious appeal, which made her enchanting. Lady Etynge looked at her quite fixedly for an instant. "What a child you are! And what a colour your cheeks and lips are!" she said. "You are much much prettier than Helene, my dear."
To state that a girl must be clever and pretty and graceful, and attractive, would make it difficult for a modest young lady to write a suitable reply," said Fraulein Hirsch grimly, and both Lady Etynge and Robin smiled. "Among your own friends," Lady Etynge said to Robin, a little pathetically in her yearning, "do you know of anyone who might know of anyone who would fit in?
"How stupid I shall seem to Lady Etynge! She won't like it. A girl who could forget where she was and then not be able to open a door and be obliged to bang until people come!" Suddenly she remembered that there had been a door in the bedroom which had seemed to lead out into the hall. She ran into the room in such a hurry that all three kittens ran frisking after her.
"Helene is a most lovable and affectionate girl. And Lady Etynge is rich enough to pay a large salary. Helene is her idol. The suite of rooms is perfect. In Germany, girls are not spoiled in that way. It is not considered good for them."
She has a fancy for living high above the street," smiled Lady Etynge, indulgently. Perhaps she was a "Mother" person, Robin thought. Both her looks and talk were kind, and she was very nice in her sympathetic interest in the boats and the children's efforts to sail them. "I often bring my book here and forget to read, because I find I am watching them," she said.
She did not know exactly where Lady Etynge lived, but believed it was one of those big houses in a certain dignified "Place" they both knew a corner house, she was sure, because by mere chance she had one day seen Lady Etynge go into such a house as if it were her own. She did not know the number, but they could ask Fraulein.
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