with desperate truth and scorn of old Abel's shielding lie. "No, grandfather, it isn't Abel's fault. I came over here on purpose to play, because I thought you had gone to the harbour. I have come here often, ever since I have lived with you."
"Ever since you have lived with me you have been deceiving me like this, Felix?"
There was no anger in Mr. Leonard's tone—only measureless sorrow. The boy's sensitive lips quivered.
"Forgive me, grandfather," he whispered beseechingly.
"You never forbid him to come," old Abel broke in angrily. "Be just, Mr. Leonard—be just."
"I am just. Felix knows that he has disobeyed me, in the spirit if not in the letter. Do you not know it, Felix?"
"Yes, grandfather, I have done wrong—I've known that I was doing wrong every time I came. Forgive me, grandfather."
"Felix, I forgive you, but I ask you to promise me, here and now, that you will never again, as long as you live, touch a violin."
Dusky crimson rushed madly over the boy's face. He gave a cry as if he had been lashed with a whip. Old Abel sprang to his feet.
