Go, Capet, get
into your room, and do not get in my way again to-day, else I will
strangle you before you can make a sound. Come, scud, clear, and do
not let me see you again, if your life is worth any thing to you."
The child stole into his room again, sat down upon the floor, folded
his little hands in one another, fixed his great blue eyes on the
ceiling above, and held his breath to listen to every little sound,
every footfall that came from the room above.
All at once he heard plainly the steps of some one walking up and
down, and a pleased smile flitted across the face of the boy.
"That is certainly my dear mamma," he whispered to himself. "Yes,
yes, it is my mamma queen, and she is taking her walk in the
sitting-room, just as she has done since she has not been allowed to
go out upon the platform. Oh, mamma, my dear mamma, I love you so
much!"
And the child threw a kiss up to the ceiling, not knowing that she
to whom he sent his greeting had long been resting in the silent
grave, and that with the very hand which was throwing kisses to her,
he had himself signed the paper which heaped upon his mother the
most frightful calumnies.
Even Simon had not had the cruel courage to tell the boy of the
death of his mother, and of the unconscious wrong that he, poor
child, had done to her memory, and in his silent chamber his longing
thoughts of her were his only consolation.
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