Mamma could not resist, and presently went up stairs, tapping lightly at the half-open door.
“I wish you would go away,” said a voice, crossly.
“It is I,” exclaimed mamma, in her soft, yet firm, tones, that always commanded respect.
“O! excuse me;” and Louis half raised his head.
“Will you not have a cup of tea?”
“No, thank you;” rather ungraciously.
“Can I not do something for you? Does your head ache?”
“Yes. I do not want anything but quiet.”
“Very well; you shall have that,” she said, softly.
She came down stairs, with a little sigh.