“But you will not like to wear it?”
I was silent, I could not tell why, but I should not want to wear it.
“I never have had such a costly article;” I faltered.
“Well, put it away, out of sight. I seem to be unlucky—with you!”
His tone was almost impatient. He did not go away and I remained awkwardly by his side.
Did some evil genius tempt me to say—
“I think you feel too hard and severe towards Louis. You don’t know what it is to have such a temper—”
“Thank God, no!” he interrupted.
“And he has never had one good true friend in whom he could trust. He is peculiar and sensitive.”
“I have made several attempts to win his confidence and failed. I fancied perhaps, that coming here might have some effect upon him. It is terrible to think of his being hardened in deceit and given over to violence.”