He colored, wrung her hand, and shut the door; then giving her direction to the driver, she was whirled away.
Wilbur returned to the house very sore at heart. Life seemed to him very dark just then; its brightness had all vanished with Brownie.
He went back to the library. No one was there.
He passed on upstairs to his mother’s rooms, and found both her and Isabel within.
They had been watching his leave-taking of the despised governess, and now turned upon him, with faces of scorn.
“Now that your inamorata has departed, I hope you will show some common sense, Wilbur,” his mother said, sharply.
He took no notice of the remark, but handed her the recommendation, with the money inclosed, in silence.
“What does this mean? Ah! she would take only what was due her, and you did not give her the recommendation, after all,” she said, in tones of satisfaction, as her quick eye ran over it.
“I did not give it to her?” cried her son, angrily. “Of course I gave it to her; but the poor, insulted girl refused to take it; she refused to obtain another situation upon your recommendation.”
“The upstart! I’d like to box her ears soundly for putting on such airs!” exclaimed Isabel, spitefully.