"What, not even tell me her name ?" "I can't, I can't.

Oh, mother, you mean well, but you will drive me mad." Mrs.Little forebore to press him further just then.

She sat silent at her work, and he at his, till they were aroused by a fly drawing up at the door.
A fine young woman got out with something heavy, and holding it like a child in one arm, rapped at the door with the hand that was disengaged.
Mrs.Little opened the door to her, and she and Jael Dence surveyed each other with calm but searching eyes.
"If you please, ma'am, does Mr.Little bide here ?" Mrs.Little said yes, with a smile: for Jael's face and modesty pleased her at first sight.
"I have something for him." "I'll give it to him." "If you please, ma'am, I was to give it him myself." Henry recognized the voice, opened the door, and invited her in.
Mrs.Little followed her, full of suppressed curiosity.
This put Jael out, but she was too patient to show it.
"It is the bust," said she; and put it softly down on the table with her strong arms.
Henry groaned.

"She despises even that; she flings it at my head without a word." "Nay; I have got a note for you." "Then why didn't you give it me at once ?" cried Henry impatiently.
She handed him the note without a word.
It ran thus: "Miss Carden presents her compliments to Mr.Little, and sends him his beautiful bust.

She is grieved that he will accept no remuneration for his lessons; and begs permission to offer her best wishes for his happiness and prosperity." The gentleness of this disarmed Henry, and at the same time the firmness crushed him.