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removed her from my vicinity. She didn't want to go. I'd always understood these Oriental girls were brought up modestly behind the veil. This one must have had a little worldly experience during her schooldays in Switzerland, I think.
The Gorgon, alias Miss Springer, the games mistress, came back to give me a raspberry. Garden staff were not to talk to the pupils, etc. My turn to express innocent surprise. “Sorry, miss. The young lady was asking what these here delphiniums was. Suppose they don't have them in the parts she comes from.” The Gorgon was easily pacified, in the end she almost simpered. Less success with Miss Bulstrode's secretary. One of these coat and shirt county girls. French mistress is more cooperative. Demure and mousy to look at, but not such a mouse really. Have also made friends with three pleasant gigglers, Christian names, Pamela, Lois, and Mary, surnames unknown, but of aristocratic lineage. A sharp old war-horse, called Miss Chadwick, keeps a wary eye on me, so I'm careful not to blot my copybook.
My boss, old Briggs, is a crusty kind of character whose chief subject of conversation is what things used to be in the good old days, when he was, I suspect, the fourth of a staff of five. He grumbles about most things and people, but has a wholesome respect for Miss Bulstrode herself. So have I. She had a few words (very pleasant) with me, but I had a horrid feeling she was seeing right through me and knowing all about me.
No sign, so far, of anything sinister - but I live in hope.
Cat Among the Pigeons
Chapter 6
EARLY DAYS
In the mistresses' Common Room news was being exchanged. Foreign travel, plays seen, art exhibitions visited. Snapshots were handed round. The menace of coloured transparencies was in the offing. All the enthusiasts wanted to show their own pictures, but to get out of being forced to see other people's.
Presently conversation became less personal. The new Sports Pavilion was both criticized and admired. It was admitted to be a fine building, but naturally everybody would have liked to improve its design in one way or another.
The new girls were then briefly passed in review, and, on the whole, the verdict was favourable.
A little pleasant conversation was made to the two new members of the staff. Had Mademoiselle Blanche been in England before? What part of France did she come from?
Mademoiselle Blanche replied politely but with reserve.
Miss Springer was more forthcoming.
She spoke with emphasis and decision. It might almost have been said that she was giving a lecture. Subject: the excellence of Miss Springer. How much she had been appreciated as a colleague. How headmistresses had accepted her advice with gratitude and had reorganized their schedules accordingly.
Miss Springer was not sensitive. A restlessness in her audience was not noticed by her. It remained for Miss Johnson to ask in her mild tones:
“All the same, I expect your ideas haven't always been accepted in the way they - er - should have been.”
“One must be prepared for ingratitude,” said Miss Springer. Her voice, already loud, became louder. “The trouble is, people are so cowardly - won't face facts. They often prefer not to see what's under their noses all the time. I'm not like that. I go straight to the point. More than once I've unearthed a nasty scandal - brought it into the open. I've got a good nose - once I'm on the trail, I don't leave it - not till I've pinned down my quarry.” She gave a loud jolly laugh. “In my opinion, no one should teach in a school whose life isn't an open book. If anyone's got anything to hide, one can soon tell. Oh, you'd be surprised if I told you some of the things I've found out about people. Things that nobody else had dreamt of.”
“You enjoyed that experience, yes?” said Mademoiselle Blanche.
“Of course not. Just doing my duty. But I wasn't backed up. Shameful laxness. So I resigned - as a protest.”
She looked round and gave her jolly
The Gorgon, alias Miss Springer, the games mistress, came back to give me a raspberry. Garden staff were not to talk to the pupils, etc. My turn to express innocent surprise. “Sorry, miss. The young lady was asking what these here delphiniums was. Suppose they don't have them in the parts she comes from.” The Gorgon was easily pacified, in the end she almost simpered. Less success with Miss Bulstrode's secretary. One of these coat and shirt county girls. French mistress is more cooperative. Demure and mousy to look at, but not such a mouse really. Have also made friends with three pleasant gigglers, Christian names, Pamela, Lois, and Mary, surnames unknown, but of aristocratic lineage. A sharp old war-horse, called Miss Chadwick, keeps a wary eye on me, so I'm careful not to blot my copybook.
My boss, old Briggs, is a crusty kind of character whose chief subject of conversation is what things used to be in the good old days, when he was, I suspect, the fourth of a staff of five. He grumbles about most things and people, but has a wholesome respect for Miss Bulstrode herself. So have I. She had a few words (very pleasant) with me, but I had a horrid feeling she was seeing right through me and knowing all about me.
No sign, so far, of anything sinister - but I live in hope.
Cat Among the Pigeons
Chapter 6
EARLY DAYS
In the mistresses' Common Room news was being exchanged. Foreign travel, plays seen, art exhibitions visited. Snapshots were handed round. The menace of coloured transparencies was in the offing. All the enthusiasts wanted to show their own pictures, but to get out of being forced to see other people's.
Presently conversation became less personal. The new Sports Pavilion was both criticized and admired. It was admitted to be a fine building, but naturally everybody would have liked to improve its design in one way or another.
The new girls were then briefly passed in review, and, on the whole, the verdict was favourable.
A little pleasant conversation was made to the two new members of the staff. Had Mademoiselle Blanche been in England before? What part of France did she come from?
Mademoiselle Blanche replied politely but with reserve.
Miss Springer was more forthcoming.
She spoke with emphasis and decision. It might almost have been said that she was giving a lecture. Subject: the excellence of Miss Springer. How much she had been appreciated as a colleague. How headmistresses had accepted her advice with gratitude and had reorganized their schedules accordingly.
Miss Springer was not sensitive. A restlessness in her audience was not noticed by her. It remained for Miss Johnson to ask in her mild tones:
“All the same, I expect your ideas haven't always been accepted in the way they - er - should have been.”
“One must be prepared for ingratitude,” said Miss Springer. Her voice, already loud, became louder. “The trouble is, people are so cowardly - won't face facts. They often prefer not to see what's under their noses all the time. I'm not like that. I go straight to the point. More than once I've unearthed a nasty scandal - brought it into the open. I've got a good nose - once I'm on the trail, I don't leave it - not till I've pinned down my quarry.” She gave a loud jolly laugh. “In my opinion, no one should teach in a school whose life isn't an open book. If anyone's got anything to hide, one can soon tell. Oh, you'd be surprised if I told you some of the things I've found out about people. Things that nobody else had dreamt of.”
“You enjoyed that experience, yes?” said Mademoiselle Blanche.
“Of course not. Just doing my duty. But I wasn't backed up. Shameful laxness. So I resigned - as a protest.”
She looked round and gave her jolly
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