"Nobody at all!" repeated she.
Her companions accused her afterwards of glancing equivocally at the
Chevalier as she made this remark; and she answered with a merry
laugh that might imply either assent or denial.
"Had you heard in the Convent of the festival at Belmont,
Mademoiselle Roy?" asked he, twirling his cane rather majestically.
"We have heard of nothing else and talked of nothing else for a
whole week!" replied she. "Our mistresses have been in a state of
distraction trying to stop our incessant whispering in the school
instead of minding our lessons like good girls trying to earn good
conduct marks! The feast, the ball, the dresses, the company, beat
learning out of our heads and hearts! Only fancy, Chevalier," she
went on in her voluble manner; "Louise de Beaujeu here was asked to
give the Latin name for Heaven, and she at once translated it
Belmont!"
"Tell no school tales, Mademoiselle Roy!" retorted Louise de
Beaujeu, her black eyes flashing with merriment. "It was a good
translation! But who was it stumbled in the Greek class when asked
for the proper name of the anax andron, the king of men in the
Iliad?" Louise Roy looked archly and said defiantly, "Go on!"
"Would you believe it, Chevalier, she replied 'Pierre Philibert!'
Mere Christine fairly gasped, but Louise had to kiss the floor as a
penance for pronouncing a gentleman's name with such unction.
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