"Pas encore, monsieur—en un mois j'aurai dix-neuf ans."
"Well, nineteen is a mature age, and, having attained it, you ought to be so solicitous for your own improvement, that it should not be needful for a master to remind you twice of the expediency of your speaking English whenever practicable."
To this wise speech I received no answer; and, when I looked up, my pupil was smiling to herself a much-meaning, though not very gay smile; it seemed to say "He talks of he knows not what:" it said this so plainly, that I determined to request information on the point concerning which my ignorance seemed to be thus tacitly affirmed.
"Are you solicitous for your own improvement?"
"Rather,"
"How do you prove it, mademoiselle?"
An odd question, and bluntly put; it excited a second smile.
