If I was punctual in quitting Mdlle Reuter’s domicile， I was at least equally punctual in arriving there； I came the next day at five minutes before two， and on reaching the schoolroomdoor， before I opened it， I heard a rapid， gabbling sound， whichwarned me that the “prière du midi” was not yet concluded.I waited the termination thereof； it would have been impious to intrude my heretical presence during its progress.How the repeater of the prayer did cackle and splutter！ I never before or since heard language enounced with such steam-engine haste.“Notre Père qui êtes au ciel” went off like a shot； then followed an address to Marie “vierge céleste， reine des anges， maison d’or， tour d’ivoire！” and then an invocation to the saint of the day； and then down they all sat， and the solemn (？) rite was over； and I entered， flinging the door wide and striding in fast， as it was my wont to do now； for I had found that in entering with aplomb， and mounting the estrade with emphasis， consisted the grand secret of ensuring immediate silence.The folding-doors between the two classes， opened for the prayer， were instantly closed； a ma？tresse， work-box in hand， took her seat at her appropriate desk； the pupils sat still with their pens and books before them； my three beauties in the van， now well humbled by a demeanour of consistent coolness， sat erect with their hands folded quietly on their knees； they had given up giggling and whispering to each other， and no longer ventured to utter pert speeches in my presence； they now only talked to me occasionally with their eyes， by means of which organs they could still， however， say veryaudacious and coquettish things.Had affection， goodness， modesty， real talent， ever employed those bright orbs as interpreters， I do not think I could have refrained from giving a kind and encouraging， perhaps an ardent reply now and then； but as it was， I found pleasure in answering the glance of vanity with the gaze of stoicism.Youthful， fair， brilliant， as were many of my pupils， I can truly say that in me they never saw any other bearing than such as an austere， though just guardian， might have observed towards them.If any doubt the accuracy of this assertion， as inferring more conscientious self-denial or Scipio-like self-control than they feel disposed to give me credit for， let them take into consideration the following circumstances， which， while detracting from my merit， justify my veracity.
Know， O incredulous reader！ that a master stands in a somewhat different relation towards a pretty， light-headed， probably ignorant girl， to that occupied by a partner at a ball， or a gallant on the promenade.A professor does not meet his pupil to see her dressed in satin and muslin， with hair perfumed and curled， neck scarcely shaded by aerial lace， round white arms circled with bracelets， feet dressed for the gliding dance.It is not his business to whirl her through the waltz， to feed her with compliments， to heighten her beauty by the flush of gratified vanity.Neither does he encounter her on the smooth-rolled， tree shaded Boulevard， in the green and sunny park， whither she repairs clad in her becoming walking dress， her scarf thrown with grace over her shoulders， her little bonnet scarcely screening her curls， the red rose under its brim adding a new tint to the softer rose on her cheek； her face and eyes， too， illumined with smiles， perhaps as transient as the sunshine of the gala-day， but also quiteas brilliant； it is not his office to walk by her side， to listen to her lively chat， to carry her parasol， scarcely larger than a broad green leaf， to lead in a ribbon her Blenheim spaniel or Italian greyhound.No： he finds her in the schoolroom， plainly dressed， with books before her.Owing to her education or her nature books are to her a nuisance， and she opens them with aversion， yet her teacher must instil into her mind the contents of these books； that mind resists the admission of grave information， it recoils， it grows restive， sullen tempers are shown， disfiguring frowns spoil the symmetry of the face， sometimes coarse gestures banish grace from the deportment， while muttered expressions， redolent of native and ineradicable vulgarity， desecrate the sweetness of the voice.Where the temperament is serene though the intellect be sluggish， an unconquerable dullness opposes every effort to instruct.Where there is cunning but not energy， dissimulation， falsehood， a thousand schemes and tricks are put in play to evade the necessity of application； in short， to the tutor， female youth， female charms are like tapestry hangings， of which the wrong side is continually turned towards him； and even when he sees the smooth， neat external surface he so well knows what knots， long stitches， and jagged ends are behind that he has scarce a temptation to admire too fondly the seemly forms and bright colours exposed to general view.
Our likings are regulated by our circumstances.The artist prefers a hilly country because it is picturesque； the engineer a flat one because it is convenient； the man of pleasure likes what he calls “a fine woman”—she suits him； the fashionable young gentleman admires the fashionable young lady—she is of his kind； the toil-worn， fagged， probably irritable tutor， blind almost tobeauty， insensible to airs and graces， glories chiefly in certain mental qualities： application， love of knowledge， natural capacity， docility， truthfulness， gratefulness， are the charms that attract his notice and win his regard.These he seeks， but seldom meets； these， if by chance he finds， he would fain retain for ever， and when separation deprives him of them he feels as if some ruthless hand had snatched from him his only ewe-lamb.Such being the case， and the ease it is， my readers will agree with me that there was nothing either very meritorious or very marvellous in the integrity and moderation of my conduct at Mdlle Reuter’s pensionnat de demoiselles.
