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Chapter 9
M. PELET could not of course object to the proposal made by Mdlle. Reuter;
permission to accept such additional employment, should it offer, having formed
an article of the terms on which he had engaged me. It was, therefore, arranged
in the course of next day that I should be at liberty to give lessons in Mdlle.
Reuter's establishment four afternoons in every week.
When evening came I prepared to step over in order to seek a conference with
Mademoiselle herself on the subject; I had not had time to pay the visit before,
having been all day closely occupied in class. I remember very well that before
quitting my chamber, I held a brief debate with myself as to whether I should
change my ordinary attire for something smarter. At last I concluded it would be a
waste of labour. "Doubtless," thought I, "she is some stiff old maid; for though the
daughter of Madame Reuter, she may well number upwards of forty winters;
besides, if it were otherwise, if she be both young and pretty, I am not handsome,
and no dressing can make me so, therefore I'll go as I am." And off I started,
cursorily glancing sideways as I passed the toilet-table, surmounted by a looking-
glass: a thin irregular face I saw, with sunk, dark eyes under a large, square
forehead, complexion destitute of bloom or attraction; something young, but not
youthful, no object to win a lady's love, no butt for the shafts of Cupid.
I was soon at the entrance of the pensionnat, in a moment I had pulled the bell;
in another moment the door was opened, and within appeared a passage paved
alternately with black and white marble; the walls were painted in imitation of
marble also; and at the far end opened a glass door, through which I saw shrubs
and a grass-plat, looking pleasant in the sunshine of the mild spring evening-for it
was now the middle of April.
This, then, was my first glimpse of the garden; but I had not time to look long, the
portress, after having answered in the affirmative my question as to whether her
mistress was at home, opened the folding-doors of a room to the left, and having
ushered me in, closed them behind me. I found myself in a salon with a very well-
painted, highly varnished floor; chairs and sofas covered with white draperies, a
green porcelain stove, walls hung with pictures in gilt frames, a gilt pendule and
other ornaments on the mantelpiece, a large lustre pendent from the centre of
the ceiling, mirrors, consoles, muslin curtains, and a handsome centre table
completed the inventory of furniture. All looked extremely clean and glittering, but
the general effect would have been somewhat chilling had not a second large
pair of folding-doors, standing wide open, and disclosing another and smaller
salon, more snugly furnished, offered some relief to the eye. This room was
carpeted, and therein was a piano, a couch, a chiffonniere--above all, it
contained a lofty window with a crimson curtain, which, being undrawn, afforded
another glimpse of the garden, through the large, clear panes, round which some
leaves of ivy, some tendrils of vine were trained
"Monsieur Creemsvort, n'est ce pas?" said a voice behind me; and, starting
involuntarily, I turned. I had been so taken up with the contemplation of the pretty