Villette

pass through the classe under such circumstances was considered by the teachers and pupils of the school, individually and collectively, to be as much as a woman's or girl's life was worth.
    Madame Beck herself, if forced to the enterprise, would ›skurry‹ through, retrenching her skirts, and carefully coasting the formidable estrade, like a ship dreading breakers. As to Rosine, the portress – on whom, every half-hour, devolved the fearful duty of fetching pupils out of the very heart of one or other of the divisions, to take their music-lessons in the oratory, the great or little salon, the salle à manger, or some other piano-station – she would, upon her second or third attempt, frequently become almost tongue-tied from excess of consternation – a sentiment inspired by the unspeakable looks levelled at her through a pair of dart-dealing spectacles.
    One morning I was sitting in the carré, at work upon a piece of embroidery which one of the pupils had commenced but delayed to finish, and while my fingers wrought at the frame, my ears regaled themselves with listening to the crescendos and cadences of a voice haranguing in the neighbouring classe, in tones that waxed momently more unquiet, more ominously varied. There was a good strong partition-wall between me and the gathering storm, as well as a facile means of flight through the glass-door to the court, in case it swept this way; so I am afraid I derived more amusement than alarm from these thickening symptoms. Poor Rosine was not so safe: four times that blessed morning had she made the passage of peril; and now, for the fifth time it became her dangerous duty to snatch, as it were, a brand from the burning – a pupil from under M. Paul's nose.
    »Mon Dieu! Mon Dieul!« cried she. »Que vais-je devenir? Monsieur va me tuer, je suis sûre; car il est d'une colère!«
    Nerved by the courage of desperation, she opened the door.
    »Mademoiselle La Malle au piano!« was her cry. Ere she could make good her retreat, or quite close the door, this voice uttered itself: –
    »Dès ce moment! – la classe est défendue. La première qui ouvrira cette porte, ou passera par cette division, sera pendue – fut-ce Madame Beck elle même!«
    Ten minutes had not succeeded the promulgation of this decree, when Rosine's French pantoufles were again heard shuffling along the corridor.
    »Mademoiselle,« said she, »I would not for a five franc piece go into that classe again just now: Monsieur's lunettes are really terrible; and here is a commissionaire come with a message from the Athénée. I have told Madame Beck I dare not deliver it, and she says I am to charge you with it.«
    »Me? No, that is rather too bad! It is not in my line of duty. Come, come, Rosine! bear your own burden. Be brave – charge once more!«
    »I, Mademoiselle? – impossible! Five times I have crossed him this day. Madame must really hire a gendarme for this service. Ouf! Je n'en puis plus!«
    »Bah! you are only a coward. What is the message?«
    »Precisely of the kind with which Monsieur least likes to be pestered: an urgent summons to go directly to the Athénée, as there is an official visitor – inspector – I know not what – arrived, and Monsieur
must
meet him: you know how he hates a
must.
«
    Yes, I knew well enough. The restive little man detested spur or curb: against whatever was urgent or obligatory, he was sure to revolt. However, I accepted the responsibility – not, certainly, without fear, but fear blent with other sentiments, curiosity amongst them. I opened the door, I entered, I closed it behind me as quickly and quietly as a rather unsteady hand would permit; for to be slow or bustling, to rattle a latch, or leave a door gaping wide, were aggravations of crime, often more disastrous in result than the main crime itself. There I stood then, and there he sat; his humour was visibly bad – almost at its worst; he had been giving a lesson in arithmetic – for he gave lessons on any and every subject that struck his fancy – and arithmetic being a dry subject, invariably disagreed with him: not a pupil but trembled when he spoke of figures. He sat, bent above his desk: to look up at the sound of an entrance, at the occurrence of a direct breach of his will and law, was an effort he could not for the moment bring himself to make. It was quite as well: I thus gained time to walk up the long classe; and it suited my idiosyncracy far better to encounter the near burst