Marguerite took note of the tacky knickers and dreadful brassieres Elizabeth dutifully discarded in the bag. They may have been quality wear, they were wholly unacceptable, certainly for her school. The young woman's tone was equally unacceptable and Marguerite got her attention by lifting her chin up with a single elegant finger, digging a filed nail into the soft skin.<br/><br/>"You did not purchase these items. You and I both know your father did, like he paid for your tuition and stay here. Count yourself fortunate I do not remove myself the ones you wear now."<br/><br/>Marguerite's eyes moved over the attractive curves of the young Elizabeth. All in good time, she would have this one eagerly at her beck and call.<br/><br/>"Now sit and be silent. The other students shall arrive soon."<br/><br/>She turned away from the young lady with no further explanation. Her bottom tilted left and right, a posterior women half her age would be jealous of. Silently she returned to her tea and reading.