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Fraulein Schult, who was of a sentimental temperament, in spite of her outward resemblance to a grenadier, was very willing to allow her companion to draw from her confessions relating to an intended husband, who was awaiting her at Berne, and whose letters, both in prose and verse, were her comfort in her exile.
"I feel sure," thought the Baroness, "that she has found out everything. But, no! it seems impossible. How can I discover what she knows?" Jacqueline's revenge consisted in leaving her stepmother in doubt. She more than suspected, not without cause, that Fraulein Schult was false to her, and had the wit to baffle all the clever questions of her 'promeneuse'.
It therefore became a fixed habit with Fraulein Schult and Jacqueline to keep up a lively stream of talk during their walks, and their discourse was not always about the rain, the fine weather, the things displayed in the shop-windows, nor the historical monuments of Paris, which they visited conscientiously.
Mademoiselle Schult had cause, too, to wipe her eyes, pretending a more or less sincere repentance for her share in the deception.
Then she went back to Fraulein Schult, who was still sitting in the place where she had left her, and said: "Let us go." The next time Madame de Nailles saw her stepdaughter she was dazzled by a radiant look in her young face. "What has happened to you?" she asked, "you look triumphant." "Yes I have good reason to triumph," said Jacqueline. "I think that I have won a victory." "How so?
He went in, and to the great amusement of Fraulein Schult, who was not too preoccupied to notice everything, he stood confounded petrified, as a man might be by some work of magic. What had become of Jacqueline? What had she in common with that dazzling vision? Had she been touched by some fairy's wand?
After all, M. de Nailles himself had given her her orders. She was to accompany Jacqueline, and do her crochet-work in one corner of the studio as long as the sitting lasted. All she could do was to obey. "And above all not a word to mamma, whatever she may ask you," said Jacqueline. And her father added, with a laugh, "Not a word." Fraulein Schult felt that she knew what was expected of her.
Then Jacqueline begged Fraulein Schult to imagine something like the passion of Bettina for Goethe Fraulein Schult having told her that story simply with a view of interesting her in German conversation only the great man whose name she would not tell was not nearly so old as Goethe, and she herself was much less childish than Bettina.
"I feel sure," thought the Baroness, "that she has found out everything. But, no! it seems impossible. How can I discover what she knows?" Jacqueline's revenge consisted in leaving her stepmother in doubt. She more than suspected, not without cause, that Fraulein Schult was false to her, and had the wit to baffle all the clever questions of her 'promeneuse'.
The necessary qualifications of such a person are that she should have sturdy legs, and such knowledge of some foreign language as will enable her during their walks to converse in it with her pupil. Fraulein Schult, who came from one of the German cantons of Switzerland, was an ideal 'promeneuse'. She never was tired and she was well-informed.
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