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I seldom go beyond my garden; in fact I cannot walk much," and Esther noticed for the first time that she was lame. "My name is Mademoiselle Leperier. I am not one of your countrywomen, though I might claim to be, having lived in England most of my life. Now I think," with a bright smile, "we know each other. Come inside, do.
"Please does Mademoiselle Le-le-, the French lady, live here?" she asked, finding some difficulty in pronouncing the long French name. "Yes, m'amzelle. M'amzelle Leperier lives here." Poppy was a little non-plussed. She had not thought out any plan or reason to give for her visit, nor how she was to reach the presence of Esther's new friend, but her usual ready frankness stood her in good stead.
As he went Miss Row was rapidly approaching the spot where the children stood. She looked with curious, suspicious eyes after Anne, and then at the children. "Who is your friend?" she asked with frank curiosity.. "That is Anne Roth, Mademoiselle Leperier's man," said Esther, not without a touch of importance in tone and manner. "Mademoiselle Leperier is a friend of mine," she added.
She went to Mademoiselle Leperier three times a week to sit with her and read to her and do little things she needed done, and in return Mademoiselle gave her lessons and talked to her in French, so that very soon Esther began to feel she was becoming quite proficient in the language. So the visits were a double and a treble joy to her.
"Mademoiselle Leperier," he cried, drawing nearer. "You don't mean to say she is in the neighbourhood! You never told me," turning to Miss Row, "what a celebrity you had in your midst. I should so much like to meet her quite an interesting personality. I have always wanted to know her. Don't you know her story?"
The truth was she was so absorbed, as was her habit, in the people and things she was amongst that she quite forgot all else. It was Angela who felt most distressed by Penelope's trouble, and most sympathetic; and Angela it was who, on one of her rare visits to Edless, told the tale to Mademoiselle Leperier.
"Please to enter, m'amzelle." At that moment Mademoiselle Leperier herself appeared. Anne turned to her with relief. "Here, M'amzelle, is the sister of the young lady who was here last night. She has come with kind inquiries for M'amzelle and my wife." Mademoiselle Leperier stepped to the door, and taking the blushing Poppy's hands in both her own, stooped and kissed her.
"I have come to ask how she is, and how how Anne's wife is. My sister Esther was here last night. Made Miss, the French lady, asked her to tea, and and sent her home with a Mr. Anne." The man smiled. "Ah! I know. The young lady I conducted to her home last night Miss Esthaire. Come inside, m'amzelle. I know M'amzelle Leperier will wish to see you." A sudden shyness rushed over Poppy.
Penelope was away in London, studying with all her heart and strength, for in the sweet pure air of the moor her voice had developed beyond everyone's expectation, and Mademoiselle Leperier never rested until she had been sent to study under a distinguished master.
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