He was cowed, but not convinced; he crawled to the full length of his chain, and lay down at her feet like a dog. She considered for a moment—and found her way to his confidence at last.
"Shall I leave you something to keep for me until I see you again?"
The idea struck him like a revelation: he lifted his head, and eyed her with breathless interest. She gave him a little ornamental handbag, in which she was accustomed to carry her handkerchief, and purse, and smelling-bottle.
"I trust it entirely to you, Jack: you shall give it back to me when we meet to-morrow."
Those simple words more than reconciled him to her departure—they subtly flattered his self-esteem.
"You will find your bag torn to pieces, to-morrow," the superintendent whispered, as the door was opened for us to go out.
"Pardon me, sir," my aunt replied; "I believe I shall find it quite safe."
The last we saw of poor Jack, before the door closed on him, he was hugging the bag in both arms, and kissing it.