'Good-bye, Dora.' He took it, while she smiled at him, but he said nothing more—he was so annoyed at the way Mademoiselle Bourde watched them. He only looked at Dora; she seemed to him beautiful.
'My dear child—that poor Madame Parminter,' the governess murmured.
'I shall come over very soon,' said Raymond, as his companion turned away.
'That will be charming.' And she left him quickly, without looking back.
Mademoiselle Bourde lingered—he didn't know why, unless it was to make him feel, with her smooth, finished French assurance, which had the manner of extreme benignity, that she was following him up. He sometimes wondered whether she copied Mrs. Temperly or whether Mrs. Temperly tried to copy her. Presently she said, slowly rubbing her hands and smiling at him:
'You will have plenty of time. We shall be long in Paris.'
'Perhaps you will be disappointed,' Raymond suggested.
'How can we be—unless you disappoint us?' asked the governess, sweetly.
He left her without ceremony: the imitation was probably on the part of Cousin Maria.
