CHAPTER XIV.
THE FETE.
As soon as Georgette was well, Madame sent her away into the country.

I was sorry; I loved the child, and her loss made me poorer than before.
But I must not complain.

I lived in a house full of robust life; I might have had companions, and I chose solitude.

Each of the teachers in turn made me overtures of special intimacy; I tried them all.

One I found to be an honest woman, but a narrow thinker, a coarse feeler, and an egotist.