The following Monday, however, the poor lecturer had not proceeded very far, when he discovered that we were all asleep—and that so was the basof.
Of course the General inflicted a severe punishment upon us, and also upon the offending Cerberus.
Moral.—I believe that, if a lecturer or a master had gone to complain to an English head-master that all his pupils went to sleep whilst he lectured, the head-master would have answered him:
"My dear sir, if your lecture sends your audience to sleep, it is your fault, not mine, and I don't see how I can help you."
And the sooner the man sent in his resignation, the better for the comfort of all concerned.
If you are a Frenchman, never allow your boys to call you Mossoo, Myshoo, Mounzeer, or any other British adaptation of Monsieur. If you do, you may just as well allow them to pat you on the back and call you "Old chappie." They should call you "Sir," otherwise you will lose your footing and fail to be the colleague of the English masters. You will only be the Mossoo of the place, something, in the world, like the Mademoiselle (from Paris), or the Fraulein (from Hanover), of the Establishment for Young Ladies round the corner.
All the Frauleins come from Hanover, as all the Mademoiselles are Parisian and Protestants, if I am to believe the column of scholastic advertisements in the English newspapers.
This is wonderful, is it not?