She proudly led the way⁠—“But you cannot see them well from the classes ,” said she, turning, “Madame keeps them too far off. Let us cross the garden, enter by the corridor, and get close to them behind: we shall be scolded if we are seen, but never mind.”

For once, I did not mind. Through the garden we went⁠—penetrated into the corridor by a quiet private entrance, and approaching the carré , yet keeping in the corridor shade, commanded a near view of the band of jeunes gens .