Sylvie looked calmly pleased， Eulalie swelled like an incensed turkey， but the mutiny was quelled： the conceited coquetry and futile flirtation of the first bench were exchanged for a taciturn sullenness， much more convenient to me， and the rest of my lesson passed without interruption.
A bell clanging out in the yard announced the moment for thecessation of school labours.I heard our own bell at the same time， and that of a certain public college immediately after.Order dissolved instantly； up started every pupil， I hastened to seize my hat， bow to the ma？tresse， and quit the room before the tide of externats should pour from the inner class， where I knew near a hundred were prisoned， and whose rising tumult I already heard.
I had scarcely crossed the hall and gained the corridor， when Mdlle Reuter came again upon me.
“Step in here a moment，” said she， and she held open the doorof the side room from whence she had issued on my arrival； it was a salle-à-manger， as appeared from the beaufet and the armoire vitrée， filled with glass and china， which formed part of its furniture.Ere she had closed the door on me and herself， the corridor was already filled with day-pupils， tearing down their cloaks， bonnets， and cabas from the wooden pegs on which they were suspended； the shrill voice of a ma？tresse was heard at intervals vainly endeavouring to enforce some sort of order； vainly， I say： discipline there was none in these rough ranks， and yet this was considered one of the best-conducted schools inBrussels.
“Well， you have given your first lesson，” began Mdlle Reuter in the most calm， equable voice， as though quite unconscious of the chaos from which we were separated only by a single wall.
“Were you satisfied with your pupils， or did any circumstance in their conduct give you cause for complaint？ Conceal nothing from me， repose in me entire confidence.”
Happily， I felt in myself complete power to manage my pupils without aid； the enchantment， the golden haze which had dazzled my perspicuity at first， had been a good deal dissipated.I cannot say I was chagrined or downcast by the contrast which the reality of a pensionnat de demoiselles presented to my vague ideal of the same community； I was only enlightened and amused； consequently， I felt in no disposition to complain to Mdlle Reuter， and I received her considerate invitation to confidence with a smile.
“A thousand thanks， mademoiselle， all has gone very smoothly.”
She looked more than doubtful.
“Et les trois demoiselles du premier banc？” said she.
“Ah！ tout va au mieux！” was my answer， and Mdlle Reuter ceased to question me； but her eye—not large， not brilliant， not melting， or kindling， but astute， penetrating， practical， showed she was even with me； it let out a momentary gleam， which said plainly， “Be as close as you like， I am not dependent on your candour； what you would conceal I already know.”
By a transition so quiet as to be scarcely perceptible， the directress’s manner changed； the anxious business-air passed from her face， and she began chatting about the weather and thetown， and asking in neighbourly wise after M.and Madame Pelet.I answered all her little questions； she prolonged her talk， I went on following its many little windings； she sat so long， said so much， varied so often the topics of discourse， that it was not difficult to perceive she had a particular aim in thus detaining me.Her mere words could have afforded no clue to this aim， but her countenance aided； while her lips uttered only affable commonplaces， her eyes reverted continually to my face.Her glances were not given in full， but out of the corners， so quietly， so stealthily， yet I think I lost not one.I watched her as keenly as she watched me； I perceived soon that she was feeling after my real character； she was searching for salient points， and weak； points， and eccentric points； she was applying now this test， now that， hoping in the end to find some chink， some niche， where she could put in her little firm foot and stand upon my neck—mistress of my nature， Do not mistake me， reader， it was no amorous influence she wished to gain—at that time it was only the power of the politician to which she aspired； I was now installed as a professor in her establishment， and she wanted to know where her mind was superior to mine—by what feeling or opinion she could lead me.
I enjoyed the game much， and did not hasten its conclusion；sometimes I gave her hopes， beginning a sentence rather weakly， when her shrewd eye would light up—she thought she had me； having led her a little way， I delighted to turn round and finish with sound， hard sense， whereat her countenance would fall.At last a servant entered to announce dinner； the conflict being thus necessarily terminated， we parted without having gained any advantage on either side： Mdlle Reuter had not even given me anopportunity of attacking her with feeling， and I had managed to baffle her little schemes of craft.It was a regular drawn battle.I again held out my hand when I left the room， she gave me hers； it was a small and white hand， but how cool！ I met her eye too in full—obliging her to give me a straightforward look； this last test went against me： it left her as it found her —moderate， temperate， tranquil； me it disappointed.
“I am growing wiser，” thought I， as I walked back to M.Pelet’s.“Look at this little woman； is she like the women of novelists and romancers？ To read of female character as depicted in Poetry and Fiction， one would think it was made up of sentiment， either for good or bad—here is a specimen， and a most sensible and respectable specimen， too， whose staple ingredient is abstract reason.No Talleyrand was ever more passionless than Zora？de Reuter！” So I thought then； I found afterwards that blunt susceptibilities are very consistent with strong propensities.
