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Come, Eunice!" There was something icy in his tones that made Eunice shiver, though it was not noticeable to strangers, and she rose, smiling, with a few gay words of apology. "Perfectly awful of me to leave, when I'm winning," she said, "but there are times, you know, when one remembers the 'obey' plank in the matrimonial platform! Dear Fifi, forgive me "
There was a silence, during which the young man wrestled with the sudden mad idea of offering to help Fifi with all her lessons each night not merely with the difficulties thus enabling her to keep up with her class with a minimum of work. Where such an impulse came from he could not conjecture. He put it down with a stern hand.
Scarcely anything was left now; not that the things had been stolen, for the major would not have allowed that, but Mademoiselle Fifi would have a mine, and on that occasion all the officers thoroughly enjoyed themselves for five minutes.
It says," she read out with a gulp and a cough, "it means 'self-sacrificing devotion to the interests of others." The poor child thought her point must now be indelicately plain, but the lips of Doctor Queed merely emitted another close-clipped: "Proceed." At a desperate loss as she was, Fifi was suddenly visited by an idea. "Oh! I see. You're you're writing against altruism, aren't you?"
So far as little Fifi was concerned, it turned out that these agonies were superfluous; he had helped her with her lessons for the last time. She did not appear in the dining-room the next night, or the next, or the next. Inquiries from the boarders drew from Mrs. Paynter the information that the child's cough had pulled her down so that she had been remanded to bed for a day or two to rest up.
He felt that he would willingly take twenty minutes a night from the wrecked Schedule to have her come back, but unfortunately there was no way of arranging that now. He remembered the night he had sent Fifi out of the dining-room for coughing, and the remembrance made him distinctly uncomfortable. He rather wished that he had told Fifi he was sorry about that, but it was too late now.
And he asked it like a wheedling woman, in the tender voice of some mistress who wishes to obtain something, but the commandant would not yield, and to console HERSELF, Mademoiselle Fifi made A MINE in the chateau.
He looked at Fifi closely, examined her face in a searching, personal manner, which he had probably never before employed in reviewing a human countenance. "You don't look well no, not in the least. You are not well. You are a sick girl, and you ought to be in bed at this moment." Fifi colored with pleasure. "No," she said, "I am not well." Indeed Fifi was not well.
Crozier was worth twenty-five minutes; thirty-five, if it came to that fifty!... But how to fit such a thing as this into the Schedule and Klinker's visits and the time he had given to Fifi to-night and very likely would have to give through an endless chain of to-morrows? Here was the burning crux. Was it endurable that the Schedule must be corrupted yet again?
"The finest in the world, darling! Twenty dollars in the hand and a remunerative job for him in the bush." Fifi did a few steps of a minuet. "Hooray!" said she in her weak little voice. Sharlee put her arms around the child's neck and said in her ear: "Fifi, be very gentle with that young man. He's the most pitiful little creature I ever saw."
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