"Let us shake hands for to-day," she said; "you have kept your promise, Jack—you have been quiet and good. I must leave you for a while. Let me go."
He obstinately shook his head, and still held her.
"Look at me," she persisted, without showing any fear of him. "I want to tell you something. You are no longer a friendless creature, Jack. You have a friend in me. Look up."
Her clear firm tones had their effect on him; he looked up. Their eyes met.
"Now, let me go, as I told you."
He dropped her hand, and threw himself back in his corner and burst out crying.
"I shall never see her again," he moaned to himself. "Never, never, never again!"
"You shall see me to-morrow," she said.
He looked at her through his tears, and looked away again with an abrupt change to distrust. "She doesn't mean it," he muttered, still speaking to himself; "she only says it to pacify me."
"You shall see me to-morrow," my aunt reiterated; "I promise it."