"It is some kind of new manufacture, her ladyship tells me, invented by some poor little boy that she patronizes; her ladyship can tell you more of the matter, Miss Matilda, than I can," concluded Mrs. Fanshaw; and, producing her netting, she asked Mrs. Harcourt, "if she had not been vastly notable to have got forward so fast with her work." The remainder of the visit was spent in recounting her losses at the card-table, and in exhortation to Mrs. Harcourt to send Miss Isabella and Matilda to finish their education at Suxberry House. Mrs. Harcourt was somewhat alarmed by the idea that her daughters would not be equal to Miss Fanshaw in accomplishments but, fortunately for Mad. de Rosier and herself, she was soon induced to change her opinion by farther opportunities of comparison. In a few days her visit was returned. Mrs. Harcourt happened to mention the globe that Isabella was painting: Miss Fanshaw begged to see it, and she went into Mrs. Harcourt's dressing-room, where it hung. The moment she found herself with Isabella and Matilda, _out of company_, the silent figure became talkative. The charm seemed to be broken, or rather reversed, and she began to chatter with pert incessant rapidity. "Dear me," said she, casting a scornful glance at Matilda's globe, "this is vastly pretty, but we've no such thing at Suxberry House. I wonder Mrs. Harcourt didn't send both of you to Suxberry House--every body sends their daughters, who can afford it, now, to Suxberry House; but, to be sure, it's very expensive--we had all silver forks, and every thing in the highest style, and Mrs. Suxberry keeps a coach. I assure you she's not at all like a schoolmistress, and she thinks it very rude and vulgar of any body to call her a schoolmistress. Won't you ask your mamma to send you, if it's only for the name of it, for one year, to Suxberry House?" "No," said Matilda; "we are so happy under the care of Mad. de Rosier." "Ah, dear me! I forgot--mamma told me _you'd got_ a new French governess lately--our French teacher, at Suxberry House, was so strict, and so cross, if one made a mistake in the tenses: it's very well for you your governess is not cross--does she give you very hard exercises?--let me look at your exercise book, and I'll tell you whether it's the right one--I mean _that_ we used to have at Suxberry House." Miss Fanshaw snatched up a book, in which she saw a paper, which she took for a French exercise. "Come, show it me, and I'll correct the faults for you, before your governess sees it, and she'll be so surprised!" "Mad. de Rosier has seen it," said Matilda;--but Miss Fanshaw, in a romping manner, pulled the paper out of her hands. It was the translation of a part of "Les Conversations d'Emilie," which we formerly mentioned. "La!" said Miss Fanshaw, "we had no such book as this at Suxberry House." Matilda's translation she was surprised to find correct.