That's bad! There's something common, vulgar, in flirting with one's governess.

But what a governess!" (He vividly recalled the roguish black eyes of Mlle.

Roland and her smile.

) "But after all, while she was in the house, I kept myself in hand.

And the worst of it all is that she's already...it seems as if ill-luck would have it so! Oh, oh! But what, what is to be done?" There was no solution, but that universal solution which life gives to all questions, even the most complex and insoluble.