native country； but she was not of a descriptive or narrative turn； and generally gave such vapid and confused answers as were calculated rather to check than encourage inquiry。
October； November； December passed away。 One afternoon in January； Mrs。 Fairfax had begged a holiday for Adèle； because she had a cold； and； as Adèle seconded the request with an ardour that reminded me how precious occasional holidays had been to me in my own childhood； I accorded it； deeming that I did well in showing pliability on the point。 It was a fine； calm day； though very cold； I was tired of sitting still in the library through a whole long morning： Mrs。 Fairfax had just written a lette