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How could he tell? Might there not
be policemen down from Florence, ready round the house, to seize the
boy and carry him away. Though all his remaining life should be a
torment to him, though infinite plagues should be poured upon his head,
though he should die like a dog, alone, unfriended, and in despair,
while he was fighting this battle of his, he would not give way. 'That
is sufficient,' he said. 'Louey must return now to his own chamber.'
'I may go with him?'
'No, Emily. You cannot go with him now. I will thank you to release
him, that I may take him.' She still held the little fellow closely
pressed in her arms. 'Do not reward me for my courtesy by further
disobedience,' he said.
'You will let me come again?' To this he made no reply. 'Tell me that I
may come again.'
'I do not think that I shall remain here long.'
'And I may not stay now?'
'That would be impossible. There is no accommodation for you.'
'I could sleep on the boards beside his cot,' said Mrs Trevelyan.
'That is my place,' he replied.


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