CHAPTER VII.
An Abrupt Dismissal.
ext day Frank Mathers prepared to pay his promised visit.
He fancied that he felt very much like William the Conqueror when he set out from Normandy to fight against the English. And probably he did.
While he was dressing with more than ordinary care, his thoughts were all about Adèle.
"'Tis strange," he soliloquized, "such a well-bred, educated and refined young lady in this strange place. She is a rose among thistles,"—he had already formed his opinion of the master of "Les Marches."
"How lonely she must feel living with these two people, one a big-headed, and in proportion bigger-nosed man, the other, an old ignorant hag, her face of a dirty yellow, and her jaw! it reminds me of a species of fish which have a mouth that opens vertically—'Melanocetus Johnstoni'—I think the name is."