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Madame du Boccage herself brought her children up to their usual lessons; she appeared no more suffering, no more languid than usual. Whatever had passed between her and her husband, she maintained a dignified, almost a casual air, as she said: "We have, after all, decided that you had better remain for the present, Mademoiselle. Philippe is young for a tutor--if you would care--"
"I am happy to be of some service to Madame." And the governess, secretly so secure, permitted herself so clear a glance of cold triumph that the other woman turned aside and hid her face as she caressed little Laure.