01 The School at the Chalet by Elinor Brent-Dyer

Author:Elinor Brent-Dyer [Brent-Dyer, Elinor]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-08-02T09:27:11+00:00

‘Don’t let the others know about this,’ she said earnestly. ‘It would make it so dreadful y uncomfortable for Juliet. I wil go and see her to-morrow early, and warn her to say nothing. Bonne nuit, Elise.’

‘Bonne nuit, ma mie. Le bon Dieu te garde,’ responded Mademoisel e.

Then they went to their own rooms, and presently darkness and silence reigned over the Châlet.

Chapter 15.

Sunday.

The boarders of the Châlet School always declared that Sunday was quite one of the best days of the week. To begin with, they could stay in bed until nine o’clock if they were so minded. Then, after their breakfast of coffee, rol s, and honey, they al assembled in the meadow which ran up from the lake edge to the pine wood, and Madge read aloud to them for an hour. The Catholics general y attended High Mass, when it was celebrated, in the little whitewashed chapel which stood near the Kron Prinz Karl; but as the priest had also to minister to Torteswald and Buchau, the service was held only once in three weeks. After the reading, they were al owed to wander about as they liked, so long as they kept within cal , and they were summoned to dinner at twelve o’clock. In the afternoon, they general y took books and lay outside, reading, or talking quietly, or sleeping; and in the evening, Madge took the English Church girls, and Mademoisel e the Catholics, and they had quiet talks which never lasted more than an hour. Then they were once more free to do as they pleased until Marie’s bel cal ed them to supper and bed.

‘We have such gentle Sundays,’ Margia Stevens had once written in a letter to her mother, and the quaint epithet exactly expressed the feeling al the girls had for it.

On this particular Sunday, the first person to awaken was Jo Bettany. She had a funny trick of opening her eyes to their widest extent and then sitting bolt upright, wide awake in an instant. This morning, as she sat up in her little wooden bed, gazing straight out of the window, she suddenly remembered Madge’s expression as she had read Captain Carrick’s letter the night before, and her hands clenched.

‘If he’s worried Madge, I-I’l take it out on Juliet!’ she thought. ‘I hate him- horrid man! Poor old Madge! I wonder if I could wake her? What time is it? ‘ She burrowed under the pil ow and found her watch. Seven o’clock, and much too early to disturb anyone on a Sunday! Joey tucked it back and turned her attention to the book at the bedside. It happened to be Lockhart’s Life of Napoleon, with which Dick had presented her just before he had departed for India. The little girl was reading it slowly, a chapter at a time in order to make it spin out. Usual y she became buried in it at once, but this morning she could not fix her attention on the woes of the great Emperor.

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