"Her hair is young, but her eyes are not," said the former speaker, who was a lively lady.
"French have you studied?" Madame went on.
"Not so much," I said.
"Mme. Jupon will want you."
"I am sure she is a good child," said Mme. Jupon, who was a good-natured, plain-looking Frenchwoman, without a particle of a Frenchwoman's grace or address. "I will be charmed to have her."
"You may go back to your place, Miss Randolph," said my mistress. "We will arrange all the rest to-morrow."
"Shall I go back with you?" asked Mlle. Géneviève. "Do you mind going alone?"
She spoke very kindly, but I was at a loss for her meaning. I saw the kindness; why it showed itself in such an offer I could not imagine.
"I am very much obliged to you, ma'am," I began, when a little burst of laughter stopped me. It came from all the teachers; even Mme. Ricard was smiling.
"You are out for once, Géneviève," she said.