London, I should know something of the bourgeois of London. Can you make any sense out of what I say, monsieur, or is it all obscure?"
"I see, I see—now let us advert to another subject; you propose to devote your life to teaching, and you are a most unsuccessful teacher; you cannot keep your pupils in order."
A flush of painful confusion was the result of this harsh remark; she bent her head to the desk, but soon raising it, replied—
"Monsieur, I am not a skilful teacher, it is true, but practice improves; besides, I work under difficulties; here I only teach sewing, I can show no power in sewing, no superiority—it is a subordinate art; then I have no associates in this house, I am isolated; I am too a heretic, which deprives me of influence."
"And in England you would be a foreigner; that too would deprive you of influence,
