Mrs. Beale was really splendid. "All the most important ones. French
literature--and sacred history. You'll take part in classes--with
awfully smart children."
"I'm going to look thoroughly into the whole thing, you know." And Sir
Claude, with characteristic kindness, gave her a nod of assurance
accompanied by a friendly wink.
But Mrs. Beale went much further. "My dear child, you shall attend
lectures."
The horizon was suddenly vast and Maisie felt herself the smaller for
it. "All alone?"
"Oh no; I'll attend them with you," said Sir Claude. "They'll teach me
a lot I don't know."
"So they will me," Mrs. Beale gravely admitted. "We'll go with her
together--it will be charming. It's ages," she confessed to Maisie,
"since I've had any time for study. That's another sweet way in which
you'll be a motive to us. Oh won't the good she'll do us be immense?"
she broke out uncontrollably to Sir Claude.