Part 7 (1/2)
”fanny,” cried the lawyer, who felt that he was losing dignity in an unequal struggle, ”send this woo of that balustrade and come here”
”No,” cried To It was all Sa at the boy, which was intercepted by cook forcing herself between, and trying to shelter him
”You shan't beat hi to beat hirave voice; and all started to see that ”the co quite unobserved on the upper landing, a silent spectator of the scene, was now co down
”Oh, Richard!” cried Mrs Brandon; ”look here! The wretch--the wretch!”
”Yes, he does look a pretty object certainly,” said the visitor ”Here you, sir, get up and go to your roo there”
”Oh--oh--oh!” cried Mrs Brandon, hysterically, ”I didn't -rooed”
”Nothing would have pleased me better, Ja too loud--I was obliged to coo and wait The dinner will be ready soon”
”That it just won't,” cried cook viciously; ”and if you're a gentleh you are master's own brother, you'll come and help me”
”There is no need,” said Uncle Richard, in his quiet way ”Mr Brandon is not going to beat his nephew He was very angry, no doubt, but that's all over now; and as to the dinner, my dear madam, while I act the peacery, and should be very glad of soenuine, womanly way you felt yourself called upon to defend this boy”
”Look here, Richard,” began Mr Brandon
”Tut--tut--tut, o up-stairs to your rooirl, you are spoiling an expensive dress put on in my honour Mary, my child, there are two or three sharp pieces of the broken vase here Would you s are very sharp Now you, Sao and wash yourself Do you hear?”
”Confound it all, Richard!” began Mr Brandon
”Tut--tut, quiet,the erously hurt,” protested Mrs Brandon
”Not he, s with one eye open Coo to your room; and don't you dare to interfere with Tom, because if you do I shall come up myself Let me see; I think I have a bit of a hold on you, have I not?”
Sam's eyes both opened widely, and he rose to his feet, then directed an i look at his uncle, who drew back, pointed up the stairs, and the lad shi+vered slightly as he went slowly by hi it all, Richard, is this house mine or is it yours?” said James Brandon
”Mine,” said his brother--”while I auest, of course Thank you, Jem, I'll take my cane, if you please It is a favourite old malacca--a presentation”
He took the cane quietly from his brother's hand and replaced it in the stand, with the result that cook uttered a titter and hurried down-stairs, followed by Mary, bearing a dustpan full of broken sherds
”Co his brother's angry gesture ”Now, -roo out Don't let's spoil my visit because the boys fell out and broke a vase”
”No, no, Richard,” said Mrs Brandon, half hysterically, as she yielded at once and took her brother-in-law's arm ”But you don't know That boy has the temper of a demon”