chool instead of minding
our lessons like good girls trying to earn good conduct marks! The
feast, the ball, the dresses, the company, beat learning out of our
heads and hearts! Only fancy, Chevalier," she went on in her voluble
manner; "Louise de Beaujeu here was asked to give the Latin name for
Heaven, and she at once translated it Belmont!"

"Tell no school tales, Mademoiselle Roy!" retorted Louise de Beaujeu,
her black eyes flashing with merriment. "It was a good translation! But
who was it stumbled in the Greek class when asked for the proper name of
the anax andron, the king of men in the Iliad?" Louise Roy looked archly
and said defiantly, "Go on!" "Would you believe it, Chevalier, she
replied 'Pierre Philibert!' Mere Christine fairly gasped, but Louise had
to kiss the floor as a penance for pronouncing a gentleman's name with
such unction."

"And if I did I paid my penance heartily and loudly, as you may
recollect, Louise de Beaujeu, although I confess I would have preferred
kissing Pierre Philibert himself if I had had my choice!"

"Always her way! won't give in! never! Louise Roy stands by her
translation in spite of all the Greek Lexicons in the Convent!"
exclaimed Louise de Brouague.

"And so I do, and will; and Pierre Philibert is the king of men, in New
France or Old! Ask Amelie de Repentigny!" added she, in a half whisper
to her companion.

"Oh, she will swear to it any day!" was the saucy reply of Louise de
Brouague. "But without whispering it, Chevalier des Meloises," continued
she, "the classes in the Convent have all gone wild in his favor since
they learned he was in love with one of our late companions in school.
He is the Prince Camaralzaman of our fairy tales."

"Who is that?" The Chevalier spoke tartly, rather. He was excessively
annoyed at all this enthusiasm in behalf of Pierre Philibert.

"Nay, I will tell no more fairy tales out of school, but I assure you,
if our wishes had wings the whole class of Louises would fly away to
Belmont to-day like a flock of ring-doves."

Louise de Brouague noticed the pique of the Chevalier at the mention
of Philibert, but in that spirit of petty torment with which her sex
avenges small slights she continued to irritate the vanity of the
Chevalier, whom in her heart she despised.

His politeness nearly gave way. He was thoroughly disgusted with all
this lavish praise of Philibert. He suddenly recollected that he had an
appointment at the Palace which