Entering the schoolroom, she inclined her head with a decent obeisance, as had been her wont in former times. She removed her bonnet, and hung it up beside Henry's cap. Louis Moore sat at his desk, turning the leaves of a book, open before him, and marking passages with his pencil. He just moved, in acknowledgment of her curtsy, but did not rise.
"You proposed to read to me a few nights ago," said he. "I could not hear you then. My attention is now at your service. A little renewed practice in French may not be unprofitable. Your accent, I have observed, begins to rust."
"What book shall I take?"

Entering the schoolroom, she inclined her head, as in former times, and hung her bonnet beside Henry's cap. Louis Moore sat at his desk, turning the leaves of a book and marking passages with his pencil.
"You proposed to read to me a few nights ago," said he. "I could not hear you then, but I can now. A little renewed practice in French may profit you. Your accent, I have observed, begins to rust."
"What book shall I take?"
