Still I mean to give the lesson." "They always throw over timid teachers," said she.
"I know that too, Madame; I have heard how they rebelled against and persecuted Miss Turner"-- a poor friendless English teacher, whom Madame had employed, and lightly discarded; and to whose piteous history I was no stranger.
"C'est vrai," said she, coolly.

"Miss Turner had no more command over them than a servant from the kitchen would have had.

She was weak and wavering; she had neither tact nor intelligence, decision nor dignity.
Miss Turner would not do for these girls at all." I made no reply, but advanced to the closed schoolroom door.
"You will not expect aid from me, or from any one," said Madame.

"That would at once set you down as incompetent for your office." I opened the door, let her pass with courtesy, and followed her.

There were three schoolrooms, all large.