Kendal.
'Ay! I knew how it would be! You encourage that child in every sort
of unbearable impudence; but I have endured it long enough, and I
give you warning that I do not remain another night under this roof
unless I see the impertinence flogged out of him.'
'Papa never whips me,' interposed Maurice. 'You must ask mamma.'
Mr. Kendal bit his lips, and Albinia could have smiled, but their
sense of the ludicrous inflamed Algernon, and like one beside
himself, he swung round, and declaring he should ask his uncle if
that were proper treatment, he marched across the lawn, while Mr.
Kendal exclaimed, 'More childish than Maurice!'
'Oh, mamma, what shall I do?' was Lucy's woful cry, as she turned
back, finding herself unable to keep up with his huge step, and her
calls disregarded.
'My dear,' said Albinia, affectionately, 'you had better compose
yourself and follow him. His uncle will bring him to reason, and
then you can tell him how sorry we are.'
'You may assure him,' said Mr. Kendal, 'that I am as much hurt as he
can be, that such an improper use should have been made of O'More's
intimacy here, and I mean to mark my sense of it.'
'And,' said Lucy, 'I don't think anything would pacify him so much as
Maurice being only a little beaten, not to hurt him, you know.'
'If Maurice be punished, it shall not be in revenge,' said Mr.
Kendal.
'I'm afraid nothing else will do,' said Lucy, wringing her hands.
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