`` Felix , promise me . '' There was no relenting in his face or tone . He was merciless in the use of the power he possessed over that young , loving spirit . Felix understood that there was no escape ; but his lips were very white as he said , `` I promise , grandfather . '' Mr. Leonard drew a long breath of relief . He knew that promise would be kept . So did old Abel . The latter crossed the floor and sullenly took the violin from Felix 's relaxed hand . Without a word or look he went into the little bedroom off the kitchen and shut the door with a slam of righteous indignation . But from its window he stealthily watched his visitors go away . Just as they entered on the maple path Mr. Leonard laid his hand on Felix 's head and looked down at him . Instantly the boy flung his arm up over the old man 's shoulder and smiled at him . In the look they exchanged there was boundless love and trust -- ay , and good-fellowship . Old Abel 's scornful eyes again held the golden flash . `` How those two love each other ! '' he muttered enviously . `` And how they torture each other ! '' Mr. Leonard went to his study to pray when he got home . He knew that Felix had run for comforting to Janet Andrews , the little , thin , sweet-faced , rigid-lipped woman who kept house for them . Mr. Leonard knew that Janet would disapprove of his action as deeply as old Abel had done .
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