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stentorian voice.
"I was so ashamed of myself and so upset, that, hungry as I was, my stomach began to make the most fearful rumbling noises.
"Everyone at table, I think, was giggling, when all at once I heard a well-known snarling, barking, shrill voice say—
"'Gaason, demandez that monseer not to parler cochonneries at table.'
"I cast a glance towards the side whence the voice proceeded, and, sure enough, that horrible, wandering English old maid was there.
"I felt as if I could have sunk under the table for shame, seeing everyone stare at me. Anyhow, I had to bear it; and at last the lengthy meal came to an end. I went up to my room, and, for that day, I saw nothing more of my acquaintances.
"On the morrow I met the young girl out with her mother. When she saw me, her laughing eyes had a merrier twinkle than ever. I durst not look at her, much less follow her about as I was wont to do.
"There were several other girls at the pension,
