"It must be Madame," I concluded.

"_She_ only, amongst us all, has the art even to _seem_ superior: but as to being unsuspicious, inexperienced, &c., Dr.John need not distract himself about that.

However, this is just his whim, and I will not contradict him; he shall be humoured: his angel shall be an angel.
"Just notify the quarter to which my care is to be directed," I continued gravely: chuckling, however, to myself over the thought of being set to chaperon Madame Beck or any of her pupils.

Now Dr.John had a fine set of nerves, and he at once felt by instinct, what no more coarsely constituted mind would have detected; namely, that I was a little amused at him.

The colour rose to his cheek; with half a smile he turned and took his hat--he was going.