第36部分(第5/8 頁)

　Mrs。　Greys；　and　Madame　Jouberts！　Mary　was　always　too　sleepy　to　join　in　a　plot　with　spirit。　The　best　fun　was　with　Madame　Joubert：　Miss　Wilson　was　a　poor　sickly　thing；　lachrymose　and　low…spirited；　not　worth　the　trouble　of　vanquishing；　in　short；　and　Mrs。　Grey　was　coarse　and　insensible；　no　blow　took　effect　on　her。　But　poor　Madame　Joubert！　I　see　her　yet　in　her　raging　passions；　when　we　had　driven　her　to　extremities—spilt　our　tea；　crumbled　our　bread　and　butter；　tossed　our　books　up　to　the　ceiling；　and　played　a　charivari　with　the　ruler　and　desk；　the　fender　and　fire…irons。　Theodore；　do　you　remember　those　merry　days？”

“Yaas；　to　be　sure　I　do；”　drawled　Lord　Ingram；　“and　the　poor　old　stick　used　to　cry　out　‘Oh　you　villains　childs！’—and　then　we　sermonised　her　on　the　presumption　of　attempting　to　teach　such　clever　blades　as　we　were；　when　she　was　herself　so　ignorant。”

“We　did；　and；　Tedo；　you　know；　I　helped　you　in　prosecuting　（or　persecuting）　your　tutor；　whey…faced　Mr。　Vining—the　parson　in　the　pip；　as　we　used　to　call　him。　He　and　Miss　Wilson　took　the　liberty　of　falling　in　love　with　each　other—at　least　Tedo　and　I　thought　so；　we　surprised　sundry　tender　glances　and　sighs　which　we　interpreted　as　tokens　of　‘la　belle　passion；’　and　I　promise　you　the　public　soon　had　the　benefit　of　our　discovery；　we　employed　it　as　a　sort　of　lever　to　hoist　our　dead…weights　from　the　house。　Dear　mama；　there；　as　soon　as　she　got　an　inkling　of　the　business；　found　out　that　it　was　of　an　immoral　tendency。　Did　you　no