"We had better go and unlock our trunks; remember we are at school," I said. "How unlike you, Dumps, to think of anything sensible!" was Hermione's remark. We went into our rooms. "I am going to ring the bell for Justine," said Hermione. She did so, and a very pretty girl dressed in French style appeared. She could not speak English, but our home-made French was sufficient for the occasion. We managed to convey to her what we wanted, and she supplied us with hot water, took our keys, and immediately began to unpack our trunks and to put away our belongings. "You shall have the room next to the sitting-room," I said to Hermione. "Very well," she answered. "I will take the next," I said; "and, Augusta, will you have that one?" "It's all the same to me," said Augusta. In less than half-an-hour we felt ourselves more or less established in our new quarters. "Now," said Justine, becoming much animated, "you will want, you _pauvre petites_, some of the so necessaire refreshment." She rang the bell with energy, and a man appeared bearing chocolate, cakes of different descriptions, and sandwiches. We sat down and made a merry meal. Even Augusta was pleased. She forgot the absence of books; she even forgot how far she was from the Professor. As to her poor mother, I do not think she even gave her a serious thought Hermione and I laughed and chatted. Finally we went and stood on the balcony, and Augusta retired to her own room. "Now this is a new era; what will it do for us both?" said Hermione. "I don't know," I said. "Aren't you happy, Dumps?" "Yes, I am a little; but I don't suppose I am expected to take things very seriously." "It is a great change for me," said Hermione, "from the regularity of the life at home." "I suppose it is," I said; but then I added, "You cannot expect me to feel about it in that way." "Why so?" "It seems to me," I continued, "that I have been for the last few months taken off my feet and whirled into all sorts of new conditions. We were so poor, so straitened; we seemed to have none of what you would call the good things of life. Then all of a sudden Fortune's wheel turned and we were--I suppose--rich. But still--" "Don't say you prefer the old life." "No--not really. I know she is so good; but you must admit that it is a great change for me." "I know it is; but you ought to be thankful." "That is it; I don't think I am. And what is more," I continued, "I don't think this is the right school for Augusta. There is just a possibility that I may be shaped and moulded and twisted into a sort of fine lady; but nothing will ever make Augusta commonplace, nor will anything make you commonplace. Oh dear! there is some one knocking at the door."