CHAPTER XXXIII.
A STARTLING INCIDENT.
Though Mrs. Harcourt could have gone back to Paris with safety after Basil’s return to New York, she decided to remain in Geneva, and did so through the winter. She engaged teachers for Ben, who devoted several hours daily to study.
He fully appreciated the advantages which he had been unable to secure in Wrayburn, and not knowing how long they might last, made the most of them.
He sometimes asked himself why Mrs. Harcourt lavished so much expense upon him, and, indeed, why she cared to have him with her; for though always kind, she never showed any affection for him. But he was content to accept what she chose to bestow, and though he did not love her, he felt sincerely grateful.
At the hotel he became acquainted with some American visitors, among them General Flint, of Iowa. The general was a typical Western man, of rough and ready manners, but a warm heart. He seemed to be especially interested in Ben, and invited him on several excursions, including one to the Mer de Glace. Mrs. Harcourt had been there in a previous year, and did not care to join the party.
“Edwin,” he said one day, “it’s a great pity you are not a poor boy.”
“Why?” asked Ben, smiling.
“Because you would make your way. You have grit.”
“I am glad you judge so favorably of me, General Flint.”