“That is true, but he is his master, and Remi belongs to him. For the time being, Remi must obey him. His parents rented him to Signor Vitalis, but I will write to them and see what I can do.”
“Oh, no, no, don’t do that,” I cried.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, no, please don’t.”
“But that is the only thing to do, my child.”
“Oh, please, please don’t.”
If Mrs. Milligan had not spoken of my parents, I should have taken much more than the ten minutes to say good-by that my master had given me.
“They live in Chavanon, do they not?” asked Mrs. Milligan.
Without replying, I went up to Arthur and, putting my arms round him, clung to him for a moment then, freeing myself from his weak clasp, I turned and held out my hand to Mrs. Milligan.
“Poor child,” she murmured, kissing me on the forehead.