“One of my schoolfellows,” I said.
Then I took hold of his hands.
“Father!”
“Well, Dumps?”
“I want to speak to you.”
“Yes, my dear.”
“It was very good of you to do what you did for me, and now you are going to send me to a school in Paris.”
“Indeed I am not,” said my father.
“You are,” I replied; “it is all arranged. My step-mother said so.”
“Grace, bless her! She has a great many schemes on hand. But I think you will have discovered for yourself, Dumps, that I cannot possibly do such a thing. Indeed, I don’t particularly care for the French mode of education. If you must go abroad, go to Germany. In Germany we find the greatest thinkers of the last three centuries. Put yourself under them, my dear, and it is possible you may come back an intelligent woman.”