“But how did you know how to answer her? I could only be angry. But we will not speak about it. Oh, dear! I am so tired of Miss Agnace and her teaching. I wish—”
“But you like her better than Madame Precoe.”
“Much better, but why should we have either?”
“I do not know. But now we have both, and there seems to be no one else,” said Selina, with a sigh.
“Oh! if papa could only come! We should have no more of Madame Precoe, or Father Jerome, or any of them. Everybody seems to have forsaken us.”
“No. A great many people have called. But you have been so ill—and Madame does not care to have even Miss Robina come up. Oh! Fred dear, if you were only quite well again?”
“I shall be well, I am determined. I shall be equal to Madame Precoe very soon.”
“I do not know why she is here. We do not need her more than we did before. When you are well, you must ask Mr St. Cyr.”
“I shall be well I feel quite strong when I think of Madame Ascot Precoe. And we can get Tessie home.”
“But that is not a very sure strength, I am afraid. And the best way will be to wait patiently till papa comes home, or till—”