CHAPTER X.
NEXT day the morning hours seemed to pass very slowly at M.Pelet's; I wanted the afternoon to come that I might go again to the neighbouring pensionnat and give my first lesson within its pleasant precincts; for pleasant they appeared to me.

At noon the hour of recreation arrived; at one o'clock we had lunch; this got on the time, and at last St.Gudule's deep bell, tolling slowly two, marked the moment for which I had been waiting.
At the foot of the narrow back-stairs that descended from my room, I met M.Pelet.
"Comme vous avez l'air rayonnant!" said he.

"Je ne vous ai jamais vu aussi gai.

Que s'est-il donc passe ?" "Apparemment que j'aime les changements," replied I.
"Ah! je comprends--c'est cela-soyez sage seulement.

Vous etes bien jeune--trop jeune pour le role que vous allez jouer; il faut prendre garde--savez-vous ?" "Mais quel danger y a-t-il ?" "Je n'en sais rien--ne vous laissez pas aller a de vives impressions--voila tout." I laughed: a sentiment of exquisite pleasure played over my nerves at the thought that "vives impressions" were likely to be created; it was the deadness, the sameness of life's daily ongoings that had hitherto been my bane; my blouse-clad "eleves" in the boys' seminary never stirred in me any "vives impressions" except it might be occasionally some of anger.