'
'You carried off all the honour of the day,' said Ulick. 'I had no
notion you had such an arm. Why, you swung me round like a tom-cat,
or--' and he exemplified the exploit upon Maurice, and was well
buffeted.
'That's a little Irish blarney to propitiate me,' laughed Mr. Kendal,
who certainly was in unusual spirits after his execution and rescue
by proxy, but you wont escape prison fare.'
'There's no doubt who was the heroine of the day,' added Sophy. 'How
one envies her!'
'What! your little governess friend?' said Ulick. 'Yes; she did show
superior wit, when the rest of the world stood gaping round.'
'It was admirable--just like Genevieve's tenderness and dexterity,'
said Albinia. 'I dare say she is doing everything for the poor
little fellow.'
'Yes, admirable,' said Mr. Kendal; 'but you all behaved very
creditably, ladies.'
'Ay,' said Albinia; 'not to scream is what a man thinks the climax of
excellence in a woman.'
'It is generally all that is required,' said Mr. Kendal. I don't
know what I should have done if poor Lucy had been there.'
Thereupon the ladies went upstairs, Maurice following Sophy to
extract a full account of the skirmish. The imp probably had an
instinct that she would think more of what redounded to Ulick
O'More's glory than of what would be edifying to his own infant mind.
It was doubtful how long it would be before Guy Fawkes would arrive
at his proper standing in the little Awk's opinion, after the honour
of an auto-da-fe in company with papa.
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