“I can do nothing with you, my dear boy. You won’t obey me, and I must leave you to those who can control you. I am going on shore now, but I shall see you again at Christiania.”
“I won’t stay!” howled Clyde.
“Good by, Clyde,” said Mrs. Blacklock, desperately, as she folded her son in her arms, and kissed him on both cheeks.
“I tell you I won’t stay!” cried the angry youth, breaking away from his mother’s embrace.
“Make it short, madam,” suggested Mr. Lowington.
“Do try to be good, Clyde, and then you can come home very, very soon,” added Mrs. Blacklock, as the principal conducted her to the accommodation ladder, where the first cutter had been manned to put her on shore.
“I tell you again, I won’t stay! If you leave me, I’ll jump overboard.”
“O!” groaned the weak mother.
“If you do, young man, we will pick you up with the greatest pleasure,” said Mr. Lowington, as he hurried the lady to the side.
“O, if he should!” gasped she.