_AN ADVENTURE_ For many days after our quarrel, Madame hardly spoke to me.

As for lessons, I was not much troubled with them.

It was plain, too, that my father had spoken to her, for she never after that day proposed our extending our walks beyond the precincts of Knowl.
Knowl, however, was a very considerable territory, and it was possible for a much better pedestrian than I to tire herself effectually, without passing its limits.

So we took occasionally long walks.
After some weeks of sullenness, during which for days at a time she hardly spoke to me, and seemed lost in dark and evil abstraction, she once more, and somewhat suddenly, recovered her spirits, and grew quite friendly.

Her gaieties and friendliness were not reassuring, and in my mind presaged approaching mischief and treachery.