Chapter 18

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌⁠The next day, after lessons, Mrs. Grose found a moment to say to me quietly: “Have you written, miss?”

“Yes—I’ve written.” But I didn’t add—for the hour—that my letter, sealed and directed, was still in my pocket. There would be time enough to send it before the messenger should go to the village. Meanwhile there had been, on the part of my pupils, no more brilliant, more exemplary morning. It was