"Or she of them."
"That won't be the question," surmised Alwynne shrewdly. "Clare, she has five schools behind her, American and foreign—and she's fifteen! We are an incident. I know. There were two Americans at my school."
"It remains to be seen." Clare's eyes narrowed. "Well, what else?"
Alwynne fidgeted.
"I'm glad you're taking over everything again. I prefer my small kids."
"Why?"
"Easier to understand—and manage."
"Been getting into difficulties? Who's the problem? Agatha?"
"That wind-bag! She only needs pricking to collapse," said Alwynne contemptuously. Then, with a frown: "I wish poor little Mademoiselle Charette would realise it. Have you ever seen a Lower Fifth French lesson? But, of course, you haven't. It's a farce."