She turned away and busied herself in correcting his Latin exercise, and for some time the boy sat sullen and silent.

At length he sighed heavily, and taking his crutches, came up to the table where she sat.

“Suppose you tell my mother I am sorry I was disrespectful.”

“Felix, are you really sorry?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then go and tell her so, and she will love you a thousand times more than ever before.  The confession should come from your own lips.”

He stood irresolute and sighed again: 

“I will go if you will go with me.”

She rose and they went to Mrs. Andrew’s room.  The mother was superbly dressed in visiting costume, and was tying on her bonnet when they entered.

“Mrs. Andrews, your son wishes to say something which I think you will be glad to hear.”

“Indeed!  Well, Felix, what is it?”

“Mamma—­I believe—­I know I was very cross—­and disrespectful to you—­and oh, mamma!  I hope you will forgive me!”

He dropped his crutches and stretched out his arms, and Mrs. Andrews threw down the diamond cluster, with which she was fastening her ribbons, and caught the boy to her bosom.

“My precious child! my darling!  Of course I forgive you gladly.  My dear son, if you only knew half how well I love you, you would not grieve me so often by your passionate temper.  My darling!—­”

She stooped to kiss him, and when she turned to look for the girlish form of the governess, it was no longer visible; mother and son were alone.

CHAPTER XXVI.

During the first few months after her removal to New York, Edna received frequent letters from Mrs. Murray and Mr. Hammond; but as winter advanced they wrote more rarely and hurriedly, and finally, many weeks elapsed without bringing any tidings from Le Bocage.  St. Elmo’s name was never mentioned, and while the girl’s heart ached, she crushed it more ruthlessly day by day, and in retaliation imposed additional and unremitting toil upon her brain.

Mr. Manning had called twice to escort her to the libraries and art galleries, and occasionally he sent her new books, and English and French periodicals; but his chill, imperturbable calmness oppressed and embarrassed Edna, and formed a barrier to all friendly worth in their intercourse.  He so completely overawed her that in his august presence she was unable to do herself justice, and felt that she was not gaining ground in his good opinion.  The brooding serenity of his grave, Egyptic face was not contagious; and she was conscious of a vague disquiet, a painful restlessness, when in his company and under his cold, changeless eyes.

One morning in January, as she sat listening to Felix’s recitations, Mrs. Andrews came into the school-room with an open note in one hand, and an exquisite bouquet in the other.

“Miss Earl, here is an invitation for you to accompany Mr. Manning to the opera to-night; and here, too, is a bouquet from the same considerate gentleman.  As he does me the honor to request my company also, I came to confer with you before sending a reply.  Of course, you will go?”