My modest demonstration kindled a little merry smile on her countenance; I thought her almost charming.

During the remainder of the evening, my mind was full of impatience for the afternoon of the next day to arrive, that I might see her again.
I was not disappointed, for she sat in the class during the whole of my subsequent lesson, and often looked at me almost with affection.

At four o'clock she accompanied me out of the schoolroom, asking with solicitude after my health, then scolding me sweetly because I spoke too loud and gave myself too much trouble; I stopped at the glass-door which led into the garden, to hear her lecture to the end; the door was open, it was a very fine day, and while I listened to the soothing reprimand, I looked at the sunshine and flowers, and felt very happy.

The day-scholars began to pour from the schoolrooms into the passage.
"Will you go into the garden a minute or two," asked she, "till they are gone ?" I descended the steps without answering, but I looked back as much as to say-- "You will come with me ?" In another minute I and the directress were walking side by side down the alley bordered with fruit-trees, whose white blossoms were then in full blow as well as their tender green leaves.

The sky was blue, the air still, the May afternoon was full of brightness and fragrance.
Released from the stifling class, surrounded with flowers and foliage, with a pleasing, smiling, affable woman at my side--how did I feel?
Why, very enviably.