A BO UT this time a charming woman came to us as a governess for six months, called Mrs. French. She was a very pretty and attractive creature, and quite young. She had married at sixteen, and, when she first arrived, cannot have been more than twenty-two or three. Her small boy, Louis French, who was about our age, stayed for that Easter at Knebworth, which my father had rented from Lord Lytton. She was kind and good, and I remember her with affectionate gratitude.