'I would not have either of you go to that
house on any account. Tell them to send to us for whatever they
want, but that is enough.'
There was no gainsaying such a command, but as they reached the door
of Willow Lawn, Mr. Kendal exclaimed, 'Where is Miss Durant?'
'She is gone with the little boy,' said Sophy. 'She told me she
hoped you would not be displeased. Mr. Hope will take care of her,
and she will soon come in.'
'Every one is mad to-night!' cried Mr. Kendal. 'In such a place as
that! I will go for her directly.'
'Pray don't,' said Albinia, 'no one could speak a rude word to her on
such an errand. She and Mr. Hope will be much more secure from
incivility without you.'
'I believe it may be so, but I wish--'
His wish was broken off, for his little Albinia, screaming, 'Papa!
papa!' clung to him in a transport of caresses, which Maurice
explained by saying, 'Little Awkey has been crying, mamma, she
thought they were burning papa in the bonnie.'
'Papa not burnt!' cried little Awkey, patting his cheeks, and laying
her head on his shoulders alternately, as he held her to his breast.
'Naughty people wanted to make a fire, but they sha'n't burn papa or
poor Guy Fawkes, or any of the good men.'
'And where were you, Ulick?' cried Maurice, in an imperious, injured
way. 'You said once, perhaps you would take me to see the fire; and
I went up to the bank, and they said you were gone, and it was
glaring so in the sky, and I did so want to go.
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