Elfrida's instructress did not hear it; she might have been less overcome with the quality of these latter-day sentiments if she had.

Little Miss Kimpsey, whom matrimony had not swallowed up, had risen to go.

"Oh, I'm sure the most gifted couldn't do _better_!" she said, hardily, in departing, with a blush that turned her from buff-and-gray to brick color.
Mrs.Bell picked up the _Revue_ after she had gone, and read three lines of a paper on the climate and the soil of Poland.

Then she laid it down again at the same angle with the corner of the table which it had described before.
"Rousseau!" she said aloud to herself.

"_C'est un peu fort mais--_" and paused, probably for maturer reflection upon the end of her sentence..