CHAPTER X.
Mrs.Costello and Lucia had grown, to some degree, accustomed to their Paris life.

Its novelty had at first prevented them from feeling its loneliness; but as time went on, there began to be something dreary in the absence of every friendly face, every familiar voice.

Mrs.Costello would not even write to Canada until she could feel tolerably sure that her letters would only arrive after the Leighs had left; she had taken pains to find out all Mr.Leigh could tell her of Maurice's intentions, and she guessed that, for one reason or another, he would not be likely to stay longer in Cacouna than was necessary.

Even when she wrote to Mrs.Bellairs she did not give her own address, but that of the banker through whom her money was transmitted.
She felt sore and angry whenever she thought of Maurice.

She had perceived Mr.Leigh's embarrassed manner, and guessed, by a half-conscious reasoning of her own, that he believed his son changed towards them, but she did not guess on how very small a foundation this belief rested.