“Every answer to his queries was then refused? It seemed to be considered in that place⁠—that conceited boudoir of a first classe , with its pretentious bookcases, its green-baized desks, its rubbish of flower-stands, its trash of framed pictures and maps, and its foreign surveillante , forsooth!⁠—it seemed to be the fashion to think there that the Professor of Literature was not worthy of a reply! These were new ideas; imported, he did not doubt, straight from la Grande Bretagne ; they savoured of island insolence and arrogance.”

Lull the second⁠—the girls, not one of whom was ever known to weep a tear for the rebukes of any other master, now all melting like snow-statues before the intemperate heat of M. Emanuel: I not yet much shaken, sitting down, and venturing to resume my work.