Ihad indeed had a very long talk with the crafty little politician， and on regaining my quarters， I found that dinner was half over.To be late at meals was against a standing ruleof the establishment， and had it been one of the Flemish usherswho thus entered after the removal of the soup and the commencement of the first course， M.Pelet would probably have greeted him with a public rebuke， and would certainly have mulcted him both of soup and fish； as it was， that polite though partial gentleman only shook his head， and as I took my place， unrolled my napkin， and said my heretical grace to myself， he civilly despatched a servant to the kitchen， to bring me a plate of “purée aux carottes” (for this was a maigre-day)， and before sending away the first course， reserved for me a portion of the stock-fish of which it consisted.Dinner being over， the boys rushed out for their evening play； Kint and Vandam (the two ushers) of course followed them.Poor fellows！ if they had not looked so very heavy， so very soulless， so very indifferent to all things in heaven above or in the earth beneath， I could have pitied them greatly for the obligation they were under to trail after those rough lads everywhere and at all times； even as it was， I felt disposed to scout myself as a privileged prig when I turned to ascend to my chamber， sure to find there， if not enjoyment， at least liberty； but this evening (as had often happened before) I was to be still farther distinguished.
“Eh bien， mauvais sujet！” said the voice of M.Pelet behind me，as I set my foot on the first step of the stair， “où allez-vous？ Venezà la salle-à-manger， que je vous gronde un peu.”
“I beg pardon， monsieur，” said I， as I followed him to his private sitting-room， “for having returned so late—it was not my fault.”
“That is just what I want to know，” rejoined M.Pelet， as heushered me into the comfortable parlour with a good wood-fire— for the stove had now been removed for the season.Having rung the bell he ordered “Coffee for two，” and presently he and I were seated， almost in English comfort， one on each side of the hearth， a little round table between us， with a coffee-pot， a sugar-basin， and two large white china cups.While M.Pelet employed himself in choosing a cigar from a box， my thoughts reverted to the two outcast ushers， whose voices I could hear even now crying hoarsely for order in the playground.
“C’est une grande responsabilite， que la surveillance，” observedI.
“Pla？t-il？” dit M.Pelet.
I remarked that I thought Messieurs Vandam and Kint mustsometimes be a little fatigued with their labours.
“Des bêtes de somme，—des bêtes de somme，” murmured scornfully the director.Meantime I offered him his cup of coffee.
“Servez-vous mon gar？on，” said he blandly， when I had put a couple of huge lumps of continental sugar into his cup.“And now tell me why you stayed so long at Mdlle Reuter’s.I know that lessons conclude， in her establishment as in mine， at four o’clock， and when you returned it was past five.”
“Mdlle wished to speak with me， monsieur.” “Indeed！ on what subject？ if one may ask.” “Mademoiselle talked about nothing， monsieur.”
“A fertile topic！ and did she discourse thereon in theschoolroom， before the pupils？”
“No； like you， monsieur， she asked me to walk into her parlour.”
“And Madame Reuter—the old duenna—my mother’s gossip，was there， of course？”
“No， monsieur； I had the honour of being quite alone with mademoiselle.”
“C’est joli—cela，” observed M.Pelet， and he smiled and looked into the fire.
“Honi soit qui mal y pense，” murmured I， significantly.
“Je connais un peu ma petite voisine—voyez-vous.”
“In that case， monsieur will be able to aid me in finding out what was mademoiselle’s reason for making me sit before her sofa one mortal hour， listening to the most copious and fluent dissertation on the merest frivolities.”
“She was sounding your character.”
“I thought so， monsieur.”
“Did she find out your weak point？” “What is my weak point？”
“Why， the sentimental.Any woman sinking her shaft deep enough， will at last reach a fathomless spring of sensibility in thy breast， Crimsworth.”
I felt the blood stir about my heart and rise warm to my cheek.“Some women might， monsieur.”
“Is Mdlle Reuter of the number？ Come， speak frankly， mon fils；elle est encore jeune， plus ？gée que toi peut-être， mais juste asset pour unir la tendresse d’une petite maman à l’amour d’une épouse dévouée； n’est-ce pas que cela t’irait supérieurement？”
“No， monsieur； I should like my wife to be my wife， and not halfmy mother.”
“She is then a little too old for you？”
“No， monsieur， not a day too old if she suited me in other things.”
“In what does she not suit you， William？ She is personally agreeable， is she not？”
“Very； her hair and complexion are just what I admire； and herturn of form， though quite Belgian， is full of grace.”
“Bravo！ and her face？ her features？ How do you like them？” “A little harsh， especially her mouth.”
“Ah， yes！ her mouth，” said M.Pelet， and he chuckled inwardly.“There is character about her mouth—firmness—but she has a very pleasant smile； don’t you think so？”
“Rather crafty.”
“True， but that expression of craft is owing to her eyebrows； have you remarked her eyebrows？”
I answered that I had not.
