This put Jael out, but she was too patient to show it.
“It is the bust,” said she; and put it softly down on the table with her strong arms.
Henry groaned. “She despises even that; she flings it at my head without a word.”
“Nay; I have got a note for you.”
“Then why didn't you give it me at once?” cried Henry impatiently.
She handed him the note without a word.
It ran thus:
“Miss Carden presents her compliments to Mr. Little, and sends him his beautiful bust. She is grieved that he will accept no remuneration for his lessons; and begs permission to offer her best wishes for his happiness and prosperity.”
The gentleness of this disarmed Henry, and at the same time the firmness crushed him. “It is all over!” he cried, despairingly: “and yet I can't hate her.”
He ran from the room, unable to restrain his tears, and too proud and fiery to endure two spectators of his grief.