You need not be distressed." Mademoiselle Palicsky looked into the girl's tense face for an instant, and laughed a gay assent.

But to herself she said, as she finished drying her brushes on an inconceivably dirty bit of cotton: "She has found herself out, she has come to the truth.

She has discovered that it is not in her, and she is coming to me for corroboration.
Well, I will not give it, me! It is extremely disagreeable, and I have not the courage.

_Pourquoi donc!_ I will send her to Monsieur John Kendal; she may make him responsible.
He will break her, but he will not lie to her; they sacrifice all to their consciences, those English! And now, you good-natured fool, you are in for a devil of an evening!".