The dreaded form of Miss Euston entered the room.
"Dis is de yong Ma'm'sel Rougeant," said the French lady, introducing Adèle to the newly-arrived lady.
The latter, a tall, refined and amiable lady, advanced towards Adèle with a pleasant air, and such a kind smile lighting up her intelligent features that the little girl felt immediately drawn towards her.
Miss Euston at once saw that Adèle was timid and feeling very uncomfortable.
She took the child's hand in her own and said kindly: "I am very glad you have come, Adèle; but, your hands are quite cold; come nearer to the fire."
Adèle stood up. Miss Euston put the chair nearer to the fire, placed the child upon it, and began to chat in quite a friendly way.
Mdlle. Parmier retired. Adèle's fears had vanished like a cloud of smoke. She felt more than simple admiration for Miss Euston; she experienced a kind of veneration for her.
Had an angel from heaven entered the room instead of this lady, Adèle would not have been much more dazzled than she now was.
"Do you understand English?" inquired Miss Euston while helping her pupil to warm her hands.
"Not much, ma'am."