Chapter 13
Mr. Rocer, it seems, by t to bed early t nig morning. o attend to business: and some of enants ing to speak h him.
Adèle and I o vacate t ion as a reception-room for callers. A fire in an apartment upstairs, and t for ture sc t as a c eco a knock at teps, too, often traversed t keys beloer ; it er: for my part, I liked it better.
Adèle easy to teac day; s apply: s running to ters to see if s a glimpse of Mr. Rocer; texts to go doairs, in order, as I sed, to visit t ed; t a little angry, and made still, sinued to talk incessantly of er,” as s before o conjecture s appears imated t before, t it a little box in s serest.
“Et cela doit signifier,” said s peut-être pour vous aussi, mademoiselle. Monsieur a parle de vous: il m’a demande le nom de ma gouvernante, et si elle n’etait pas une petite personne, assez mince et un peu pale. J’ai dit qu’oui: car c’est vrai, n’est-ce pas, mademoiselle?”
I and my pupil dined as usual in Mrs. Fairfax’s parlour; ternoon in t dark I alloo put ao run doairs; for, from tive silence beloion of appeals to tured t Mr. Rocer liberty. Left alone, I o t noto be seen t doain and back to the fireside.
In tracing a vie unlike a picture I remembered to le of rance togettering too some s t o tude.
“Mr. Rocer ake tea ask to see you before.”
“ea-time?” I inquired.
“O six o’clock: ry. You ter cen it. here is a candle.”
“Is it necessary to change my frock?”
“Yes, you ter: I al