'You have seen, my darling,' Weyburn said. 'It has come, and we take our chance. He spoke not one word, beyond the affairs of the school. He has a grandnephew in want of a school: visited the dormitories, refectory, and sheds: tasted the well-water, addressed me as Mr. Matthew. He had it from Giulio. Came to look at the school of Giulio's “friend Matthew,”:—you hear him. Giulio little imagines!—Well, dear love, we stand with a squad in front, and wait the word. It mayn't be spoken. We have counted long before that something like it was bound to happen. And you are brave. Ruin's an empty word for us two.'
'Yes, dear, it is: we will pay what is asked of us,' Aminta said. 'It will be heavy, if the school... and I love our boys. I am fit to be the school-housekeeper; for nothing else.'
'I will go to the boys' parents. At the worst, we can march into new territory. Emile will stick to us. Adolf, too. The fresh flock will come.'
Aminta cried in the voice of tears: 'I love the old so!'
'The likelihood is, we shall hear nothing further.'
'You had to bear the shock, Matthew.'
'Whatever I bore, and you saw, you shared.'
'Yes,' she said.
'Mais, n'oublions pas que c'est aujourd'hui jour francais; si, madame, vous avez assez d'appetit pour diner avec nous?
'Je suis, comme toujours, aux ordres de Monsieur.' She was among the bravest of women. She had a full ounce of lead in her breast when she sat with the boys at their midday meal, showing them her familiar pleasant face.