'Il ne faut pas nous demander cela,' said I, with my usual bad accent in
agitated moments. 'C'est aux autres qu'il faut le demander.'
'Mais oui,' he said, 'and this is what I intend to do; Mlle. Zélie, do
me this pleasure: fetch me the _élèves_ who were here just now: call
them together. I must get to the bottom of this. Je dois approfondir
cela.'
Mlle. Zélie was some time about it: but in the end, she returned with a
good company of girls, forty or fifty at least; amongst them nearly all
of those who had been most busy amongst the gooseberry bushes. They
stood round us in a sort of circle; Marie Hazard, myself, and M. Heger.
M. Heger delivered a little speech: he explained, and enlarged upon, the
confidence that our kind hostess had placed in us; she had thrown open
her garden to us; she had prepared a feast for us; she had made only one
condition--respect my gooseberry-bushes. Was it possible, could one
suppose it possible, that any one could be found base enough, greedy
enough, to ignore her wishes?
'We were not told,' said Marie Hazard; 'This is not reasonable--one
would not have touched a gooseberry had one known. Is one a child of six
then, to love gooseberries to this extent?'
'Mlle. Hazard, it is not to _you_ I address myself,' said M. Heger. 'I
have no question to ask you. You admit, and indeed it is not possible
for you to deny, that you have committed this act of
gluttony--inexcusable in a child of six. It is to you all, my dear
pupils, outside of these two, who I know are guilty, that I ask it, and
with confidence--amongst you all, have any of you been guilty of this
indignity?'
Dead silence. Mlle. Zélie was fidgeting about, snapping her fingers
nervously. But she said nothing.
M. Heger again addressed the girls round him, and there was a note of
triumph in his voice:--
'Cela suffit,' he affirmed, 'I shall ask no more. If any of you are
guilty, you know it in your consciences: you know now what it remains
for you to do. For me, I believe, and I love to believe, that the only
pupil in this school capable of this unworthy conduct is a foreigner.'
'Pardon, Monsieur,' said a voice at my elbow, 'je suis Belge; et moi
aussi j'ai mangé des groseilles.'
M. Heger bowed towards her profoundly.
_Je fais une exception en votre faveur_, _Mademoiselle Hazard_,' he
said: and then he walked away.
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