"Nor are we; but you see, dear, during meals we each speak the language of our native country, and I can tell you there is a babel sometimes when the Baroness is not at the head of her table. All the rest of the time the English girls _must_ talk French, German, or Italian; and the French ones must talk English, German, or Italian; and the German girls must talk French, English, or Italian; and so on, and so on." "Oh, you confuse me," I said. "How can any one girl talk three languages at once?" "Day about, or week about--I forget which," said Rosalind. "Now, good-night, good-night." She vanished. "I declare I am dead-tired," I said, and I sank down on the sofa. "What a good thing Augusta wasn't here!" said Hermione. "Yes; she wouldn't have understood a bit," I said. I went to Augusta's room that night before I lay down to rest. She was sound asleep in the dress she had travelled in. She had not even taken the trouble to put a wrap over her. She looked tired, and was murmuring Latin verses in her sleep. "It is not the right place for her; she will never, never get on with these baronesses and comtesses, and all this medley of foreign life," I could not help saying to myself. I covered her up, but did not attempt to awake her; and then I went to my own room, got into bed, and went to sleep with a whirl of emotion and wonder filling my brain. PART TWO, CHAPTER NINE. FIRST IMPRESSIONS. It seemed to me that I had hardly closed my eyes in sleep before I was awakened again by seeing Justine standing by my bedside with a tray of very appetising food in her hand. "Here are your rolls and coffee, mademoiselle," she said. As she spoke she laid the little tray on a small table by the side of my bed, evidently put there for the purpose; and taking a dressing-jacket from the wardrobe, she made me put it on, and admonished me to eat my breakfast quickly, as I must rise and attend prayers in the space of three-quarters of an hour. Here was hurry indeed. I munched my delicious rolls, and sipped my coffee, and thought of the new life which was before me, and then I got up with energy and washed and dressed. When I had completed my toilet I went into the sitting-room, for although our rooms opened one into the other, there were other doors on to an adjoining landing. Here I found Hermione waiting for me. "Where's Augusta?" I said. "I don't know--surely she is dressed." "I'll go to her room and find out," I said. I went and knocked at the door. A heavy voice said "Come in," and I entered. Augusta was now lying well wrapped up in the bedclothes. She had not touched either her coffee or her rolls. "Aren't you getting up?" I said. "The bell will ring in a moment for prayers. We are expected to go down." "I have a headache," said Augusta. "Are you really ill, Augusta? I am sorry." "I am not ill, but I have a headache. I had bad dreams last night." "And you never got into bed at all."