“Are not the Easter holidays over yet?”
“The taking of holidays at this time was both a sin and a shame. The streets are full of men who are only wanting a leader and they would give king and lords and commons a long, long holiday. Earl Russell says I am the best man to manage them, and he hes asked by proclamation Yorkshire and Lancashire men to meet me, and talk over our program with me.”
“Can I go with you?”
“If tha wants to.”
“There may be quarreling and danger. I will not let you go alone. I must be at your side.”
“Nay, then, there is no ‘must be.’ I can manage Yorkshire lads without anybody’s help.”
“What time do you speak?”
“About seven o’clock.”
“All right. Tell mother I’ll have my dinner with her and you at the Clarendon, and then we will go to interview the mob afterward.”
“They are not a mob. Doan’t thee call them names. They are ivery one Englishmen, holding themsens with sinews of steel, from becoming mobs; but if they should, by any evil chance, become a mob, then, bless thee, lad, it would be well for thee and me to keep out of their way!”