less Mr. Rocer sake it into o come and reside ly; or, at least, visit it ratener: great or.”

    “Mr. Rocer!” I exclaimed. “ho is he?”

    “tly. “Did you not know er?”

    Of course I did not—I  to regard ence as a universally understood fact,  be acquainted by instinct.

    “I t,” I continued, “to you.”

    “to me? Bless you, c an idea! to me! I am only to be sure I am distantly related to ters by t least my  of  little village yonder on t ces o my  I never presume on tion—in fact, it is noto me; I consider myself quite in t of an ordinary  nothing more.”

    “And ttle girl—my pupil!”

    “Ser’s o  up in—stle  dame; but a dependant like myself. I did not like ; on trary, I felt better pleased ty bet of condescension on : so mucter—my position he freer.

    As I ating on ttle girl, folloendant, came running up t my pupil,  first appear to notice me: se a c years old, slig, ured face, and a redundancy of o .

    “Good morning, Miss Adela,” said Mrs. Fairfax. “Come and speak to to teaco make you a clever woman some day.” She approached.

    “C’est le ma gouverante!” said sing to me, and addressing her nurse; who answered—

    “Mais oui, certainement.”

    “Are t he French language.

    “tinent; and, I believe, never left it till  came  to talk it a little: I don’t understand  so  you  her meaning very well, I dare say.”

    Fortunately I age of being taug of conversing  as often as I could, and  seven years, learnt a portion of Frenc da