Part 21 (2/2)

”Who is Mr Selwyn?” inquired Caroline.

I told her.

”Well,” said she, ”I have seen two nice young men this morning; I don't know which I like best, but I think Mr Selwyn is the more manly of the two.”

”I should think so, too, Caroline,” replied I; ”Mr Selwyn is twenty-four years old, I believe, and Mr Dempster is younger, I think, than you are.”

”I did not think he was so young; but, Valerie, are we not to go to the National Gallery?”

”Yes, when Monsieur Gironac comes home to escort us; we may as well put on our bonnets, for he will be here in a few minutes.”

”Oh, Valerie, how fortunate it was that I came to Mrs Bradshaw's,” said Caroline, ”and that I met you! I should have been moped, that is certain, if I had not, but now I'm so happy--that's Monsieur Gironac's knock, I'm sure.”

But Caroline was wrong, for it was Mademoiselle Chabot, of whom I have before spoken, who made her appearance. Mademoiselle Chabot was an acquaintance of Madame Gironac, and it was through my having become intimate with her, that I obtained the teaching of Mrs Bradshaw's.

Adele Chabot was a very pretty person, thoroughly French, and dressed with great taste. She was the resident French teacher in Mrs Bradshaw's establishment; and, although twenty-five years old, did not look more than eighteen; she was very amusing and rather wild, although she looked very demure. I never thought that there was anything wrong in Adele, but, at the same time, I did not consider that Caroline would derive any good from her company, as Caroline required to be held in check as it was. But, as is usually the case, the more I attempted to check any intimacy between them, the more intimate they became. Adele was of a good family; her father had fallen at Montmartre, when the allies entered Paris after the Battle of Waterloo: but the property left was very small to be divided among a large family, and consequently Adele had first gone out as a governess at Paris, and ultimately accepted the situation she now held. She spoke English remarkably well, indeed, better than I ever heard it spoken by a Frenchwoman, and everybody said so as well as me.

”Well, Adele, I thought you were at Brighton,” said Caroline.

”I was yesterday, and I am here to-day; I am come to dine with you,”

replied Adele, taking off her bonnet and shawl, and smoothing her hair before the gla.s.s. ”Where's Madame Gironac?”

”Gone out to give a lesson in flower-making,” replied I. ”Yes, she is like the little busy bees, always on the wing, and, as the hymn says, 'How neat she spread her wax!' and Monsieur, where is he?”

”Gone out to give a lesson, also,” replied I. ”Yes, he's like the wind, always blowing, one hour the flute, another the French horn, then the ba.s.soon or the bugle, always blowing and always s.h.i.+fting from one point to the other; never a calm with him, for when he comes home there's a breeze with his wife, _a l'aimable_, to be sure.”

”Yes,” replied Caroline, ”always blowing, but never coming to blows.”

”You are witty, Mademoiselle Caroline,” said Adele, ”with your paradox.

Do you know that I had an adventure at Brighton, and I am taken for you, by a very fas.h.i.+onable young man?”

”How can you have been taken for me?” said Caroline. ”The gentleman wished to find out who I was, and I would not tell him. He inquired of the chambermaid of the lodging-house, and bribed her, I presume, for the next day she came up to my room and asked me for my card, that her mistress might write my name down correctly in the book. I knew that the mistress had not sent her, as I had, by her request, entered my own name in the book three days before, and I was therefore certain that it was to find out who I was for the gentleman who followed me everywhere.

I recollected that I had a card of yours in my case, and I gave it to her very quietly, and she walked off with it. The next day, when I was at the library, the gentleman addressed me by your name; I told him that it was not my name, and requested that he would not address me again.

When I left Brighton yesterday, I discovered the chambermaid copying the addresses I had put on my trunks, which was your name, at Mrs Bradshaw's; so now I think we shall have some fun.”

”But, my dear Adele, you have not been prudent; you may compromise Caroline very much,” said I; ”recollect that men talk, and something unpleasant may occur from this want of discretion on your part.”

”Be not afraid, Valerie; I conducted myself with such prudery that an angel's character could not suffer.”

”I do not mean to hint otherwise, Adele, but still you must acknowledge that you have done an imprudent thing.”

”Well, I do confess it, but, Valerie, every one has not your discretion and good sense. At all events, if I see or hear any more of the gentleman I can undo it again,--but that is not very likely.”

”We have had two gentlemen here to-day, Adele,” said Caroline, ”and one dines with us.”

”Indeed; well, I'm in _demi-toilette_, and must remain so, for I cannot go all the way back to Mrs Bradshaw's to dress.”

”He is a very handsome young man, is he not, Valerie?”

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