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You, who are so fond of stories, Mademoiselle why there are stories without end on the walls of the tapestry room; particularly on a moonlight night." "Are there?" said Jeanne. "I wonder then if the little cousin will be able to find them out. If he does he must tell them to me. Are they fairy stories, Marcelline?" But old Marcelline only smiled. "I'll take my guinea-pig always to church."
There was no poker, but she managed just as well with a stick of unburnt wood, or sometimes, when she was quite sure Marcelline was not looking, with the toe of her little shoe. Just now it was Marcelline who set the fairy sparks free by moving the logs a little and putting on a fresh one behind. "How pretty they are, are they not, Marcelline?" said Jeanne.
I dare say they look rather nice in the firelight too, but still not so nice as in the moonlight." "No, Monsieur," said Marcelline, who had followed the children into the room. "A moonlight night is the time to see them best. It makes the colours look quite fresh again. Mademoiselle Jeanne has never looked at the tapestry properly by moonlight, or she would like it better."
She said nothing; she almost never even smiled in what Jeanne called her "funny" way; but there was just a very tiny little undersound in the tone of her voice sometimes, a little wee smile in her eyes more than on her lips, that told Hugh that, fairy or no fairy, old Marcelline knew all about it, and it pleased him to think so.
But the girl rose up and answered: "Must I go to school with my own servants to escape an unmerited disdain?" And the teacher was silent, while the confusion increased. "The shame of it will kill me!" cried gentle Eugénie L . And thereupon, at last, a teacher, commonly one of the sternest in discipline, exclaimed: "If Eugénie goes, Marcelline shall go, if I have to put her out myself!
Two of Chopin's amateur and a few more of his professional pupils ought to be briefly noticed here first and chiefly of the amateurs, the Princess Marcelline Czartoryska, who has sometimes played in public for charitable purposes, and of whom it has often been said that she is the most faithful transmitter of her master's style.
The snow was still, as I said, thick on the ground, thicker, indeed, than the day before. But the children managed to amuse themselves very well. Marcelline would not hear of their going out, not even as far as the chickens' house, but she fetched Nibble to pay them a visit in the afternoon, and they had great fun with him. "He looks very happy, doesn't he, Chéri?" said Jeanne.
I'll try to keep awake to-night, because Marcelline says the figures on the walls are so pretty when it's moonlight." "And if Dudu comes, or you see anything funny, you'll promise to call me?" said Jeanne. Hugh nodded his head. There was not much fear of his forgetting his promise.
"I wonder what Marcelline meant about the moonlight," thought Hugh to himself as he lay down. "I hardly see the figures on the wall at all. The moon must be going behind a cloud. I wonder if it will be brighter in the middle of the night. I don't see that I need stay awake all the night to see. I can easily wake again. I'll just take a little sleep first."
We could get into such funny places and see such funny things couldn't we, Jeanne?" They both laughed merrily at the idea, and were still laughing when they ran against Marcelline at the door which they had left open at the end of the tonnelle. "My children!" she exclaimed. "Monsieur Chéri and Mademoiselle Jeanne! Where have you been? And in the snow too! Who would have thought it?"
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