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    Chapter 19

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    Mademoiselle Valle and Dowson together realized that after this
    the growing up process was more rapid. It always seems incredibly
    rapid to lookers on, after thirteen. But these two watchers felt
    that, in Robin's case, it seemed unusually so. Robin had always
    been interested in her studies and clever at them, but, suddenly,
    she developed a new concentration and it was of an order which her
    governess felt denoted the secret holding of some object in view.
    She devoted herself to her lessons with a quality of determination
    which was new. She had previously been absorbed, but not determined.
    She made amazing strides and seemed to aspire to a thoroughness
    and perfection girls did not commonly aim at--especially at the
    frequently rather preoccupied hour of blossoming. Mademoiselle
    encountered in her an eagerness that she--who knew girls--would
    have felt it optimistic to expect in most cases. She wanted to
    work over hours; she would have read too much if she had not been
    watched and gently coerced.

    She was not distracted by the society of young people of her own age.
    She, indeed, showed a definite desire to avoid such companionship.
    What she said to Mademoiselle Valle one afternoon during a long walk
    they took together, held its own revelation for the older woman.

    They had come upon the two Erwyns walking with their attendant
    in Kensington Gardens, and, seeing them at some distance, Robin
    asked her companion to turn into another walk.

    "I don't want to meet them," she said, hurriedly. "I don't think I
    like girls. Perhaps it's horrid of me--but I don't. I don't like
    those two." A few minutes later, after they had walked in an opposite
    direction, she said thoughtfully.

    "Perhaps the kind of girls I should like to know would not like to
    know me."

    From the earliest days of her knowledge of Lord Coombe, Mademoiselle
    Valle had seen that she had no cause to fear lack of comprehension
    on his part. With a perfection of method, they searched each other's
    intelligence. It had become understood that on such occasions as
    there was anything she wished to communicate or inquire concerning,
    Mr. Benby, in his private room, was at Mademoiselle's service, and
    there his lordship could also be met personally by appointment.

    "There have been no explanations," Mademoiselle Valle said to
    Dowson. "He does not ask to know why I turn to him and I do not
    ask to know why he cares about this particular child. It is taken
    for granted that is his affair and not mine. I am paid well to
    take care of Robin, and he knows that all I say and do is part of
    my taking care of her."

    After the visit of the Erwyn children, she had a brief interview
    with Coombe,
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