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Then, with the presence of mind which excited passions often give, she took the glove which Marche-a-Terre had given her as a safeguard, and saying, in reply to Francine's terrible looks, "I would seek him in hell," she returned to the Promenade. The Gars was still at the same place, but alone.
The servant who showed her the way to the garden was not favorably impressed by the new pupil: Francine's temper asserted itself a little too plainly in her face. To a girl possessing a high opinion of her own importance it was not very agreeable to feel herself excluded, as an illiterate stranger, from the one absorbing interest of her schoolfellows.
Ellmother's doubtful prospects, and to Francine's strange allusion to her life in the West Indies, but for the arrival of two letters by the afternoon post. The handwriting on one of them was unknown to her. She opened that one first. It was an answer to the letter of apology which she had persisted in writing to Mrs. Rook.
With these rhetorical somersaults, like the flappings of a carp upon the straw, did I express the mental distractions I was suffering from, and the tugs at my heart respectively administered by Francine's cap-strings and Mary Ashburton's shadowy tresses.
Some of the girls laughed. One of them the hungry girl who had counted the strokes of the clock took Francine's part. "Never mind their laughing, Miss de Sor. You are quite right, you have good reason to complain of us." Miss de Sor dried her eyes. "Thank you whoever you are," she answered briskly. "My name is Cecilia Wyvil," the other proceeded.
God, of whom you never think, Marie, will reward us for obeying our vocation on this earth, to love, and suffer." "Dear," replied Mademoiselle de Verneuil, taking Francine's hand and patting it, "your voice is very sweet and persuasive. Reason is attractive from your lips. I should like to obey you, but " "You will forgive him, you will not betray him?" "Hush! never speak of that man again.
Turning away from the book-case, he made the first excuse that occurred to him for putting an end to the interview. "I must beg you to let me return to my duties, Miss de Sor. I have to correct the young ladies' drawings, before they begin again to-morrow." Francine's wounded vanity made a last expiring attempt to steal the heart of Emily's lover.
Mirabel talk about while you were away from us?" she asked innocently. "Politics?" Emily readily adopted Francine's friendly tone. "Would you have talked politics, in my place?" she asked gayly. "In your place, I should have had the most delightful of companions," Francine rejoined; "I wish I had been overcome by the heat too!"
"Oh! mademoiselle," replied the girl, "just see Pierre's mother; she is walking!" Francine's whole attitude showed such deep conviction that Marie understood at once the secret of the homily, the influence of the clergy over the rural masses, and the tremendous effect of the scene which was now beginning.
Even Francine's obstinacy was compelled to give way, so far as appearances went. Still possessed by the delusion that Emily was deceiving her, she was now animated by a stronger motive than mere curiosity. Her sense of her own importance imperatively urged her to prove that she was not a person who could be deceived with impunity. "I beg your pardon," she said with humility.
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