'
'I am glad you stayed away, my man,' said Albinia.
'I did want to go,' said Maurice; 'and I ran up to the top of the
street, and there was Mr. Tritton; and he said if I liked a lark, he
would take care of me; but--' and there he stopped short, and the
colour came into his face.
Albinia threw her arm round him, and kissed him, saying, 'My trusty
boy! and so you came home?'
'Yes; and there was Awkey crying about their burning papa, and she
would not go up to the garret-window to see the fire, nor do
anything.'
'Why, what is the sword here for?' exclaimed Sophy, finding it on the
stairs.
'Because then Awkey was not so afraid.'
For once, Maurice had been exemplary, keeping from the tempting
uproar, and devoting himself to soothing his little sister. It was
worth all the vexations of the evening; but he went on to ask if
Ulick could not take him now, if the fire was not out yet,
'Not exactly,' said Mr. Kendal, drily.
'I beg your pardon, Mr. Kendal,' said Ulick, who had apparently only
just resumed the use of speech; 'don't know what I may have done when
you collared me, but I'd no more notion of its being you than the
Lord Lieutenant.'
'And pray what took you there?' asked Mr. Kendal. 'The surprise was
quite as great to me.'
'Why,' said Ulick, 'one of the little lads of my Sunday class gave me
a hint the other day that those brutes meant to have a pretty go to-night,
and that Jackson was getting up a figure of the Nabob to break
their spite upon.
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