Whenever there was a lecture, or a missionary meeting, or any public affair that Mrs Blunt thought suitable, we used all to be marched off, two and two; while the teachers used to sit behind us and Mrs Blunt before, when she would always begin conversing in a strident voice, that every one could hear in the room, before the business of the evening began--talking upon some French or German author, a translation of whose works she had read, quite aloud, for every one to hear--and hers was one of those voices that will penetrate--when people would, of course, take notice, and attention be drawn to the school. Of course there were some who could see through the artificial old thing; but for the most part they were ready to believe in her, and think her clever. Then the Misses Bellperret's young ladies would be there too, if it was a lecture, ranged on the other side of the Town Hall. Theirs was the dissenting school--one which Mrs Blunt would not condescend to mention. It used to be such fun when the lecture was over, and we had waited for the principal part of the people to leave, so that the school could go out in a compact body. Mrs Blunt used to want us to go first, and the Misses Bellperret used to want their young ladies to go first. Neither would give way; so we were mixed up altogether, greatly to Mrs Blunt's disgust and our delight in both schools; for really, you know, I think it comes natural for young ladies to like to see their teachers put out of temper. But always after one of these entertainments, as Mrs Blunt called them--when, as a rule, the only entertainment was the fun afterwards-- there used to be a lecture in Mrs B.'s study for some one who was charged with unladylike behaviour in turning her head to look on the other side, or at the young gentlemen of the grammar-school--fancy, you know, thin boys in jackets, and with big feet and hands, and a bit of fluff under their noses--big boys with squeaky, gruff, half-broken voices, who were caned and looked sheepish; and, I declare, at last there would be so many of these lectures for looking about, that it used to make the young ladies worse, putting things into their heads that they would never have thought of before. Not that I mean to say that was the case with me, for I must confess to having been dreadfully wicked out of real spite and annoyance. CHAPTER FOUR. MEMORY THE FOURTH--A TERRIBLE SURPRISE. I don't know what I should have done if it had not fallen to my lot to meet with a girl like Clara Fitzacre, who displayed quite a friendly feeling towards me, making me her confidante to such an extent that I soon found out that she was most desperately--there, I cannot say what, but that a sympathy existed between her and the Italian master, Signor Pazzoletto.