The Man and His Kingdom by E. Phillips Oppenheim

The light merriment of the evening had suddenly become a pandemonium of joy. There were cheers from the men and exclamations of shrill delight from the women. It was the master who was coming. All was well with him, then. Out they trooped one and all along the winding road, with their faces turned upwards towards the pass. There was much shouting and much straining of the eyes, for the twilight passed swiftly into darkness at Beau Desir. In the midst of it all the door of the schoolhouse opened and a woman came slowly out.

It was a long wooden building, embosomed with flowers and creepers which, springing up from the ground, wound themselves round the rude supports of the Piazza and reached even to the roof. It was roughly built of untrimmed logs hewn from the mountain's side, whose crest was black with pines, and the fresh resinous odour still lingered about the place, more aromatic yet fainter than the perfume of the roses. Within were rows of bare forms, a carpetless floor, copybooks and a blackboard--in the doorway Ternissa Denison!