"She is very kind.

I suppose it's different here to what it is in India, here are the children in the square,--those are the girls in blue,--that's the French governess, the one with the mustachios and the yellow parasol.

How d'ye do, Mary?
How d'ye do, Fanny?
This is my father,--this is your uncle." "Mesdemoiselles! Je vous ddfends de parler a qui que ce soit hors du squar!" screams out the lady of the mustachios; and she strode forward to call back her young charges.
The Colonel addressed her in very good French.

"I hope you will permit me to make acquaintance with my nieces," he said, "and with their instructress, of whom my son has given me such a favourable account." "Hem!" said Mademoiselle Lebrun, remembering the last fight she and Clive had had together, and a portrait of herself (with enormous whiskers) which the young scapegrace had drawn.

"Monsieur is very good.
But one cannot too early inculcate retenue and decorum to young ladies in a country where demoiselles seem for ever to forget that they are young ladies of condition.