She hardly even looked up when the glad exclamations of the four girls and their father sounded around her, and she could not bear their inquiries whether she felt well again. She knew that she owed thanks to Mary and her father, and apologies to them all; but she had not manner enough to utter them, and only made a queer scrape with her foot, like a hen scratching out corn, hung her head, and answered “Yes.”
They saw she was very much ashamed, and they were in a hurry besides; so when Lord de la Poer had said he had given all manner of thanks to the good old lady, he took hold of Kate’s hand, as if he hardly ventured to let go of her again, and they all made the best of their way to the station, and were soon in full career along the line, Kate’s heart sinking as she thought of Aunt Barbara. Fanny tried kindly to talk to her; but she was too anxious to listen, made a short answer, and kept her eyes fixed on the two heads of the party, who were in close consultation, rendered private by the noise of the train.
“If ever I answer for anyone again!” said Lord de la Poer. “And now for facing Barbara!”
“You had better let me do that.”
“What! do you think I am afraid?” and Kate thought the smile on his lip very cruel, as she could not hear his words.
“I don’t do you much injustice in thinking so,” as he shrugged up his shoulders like a boy going to be punished; “but I think Barbara considers you as an accomplice in mischief, and will have more mercy if I speak.”
“Very well! I’m not the man to prevent you. Tell Barbara I’ll undergo whatever she pleases, for having ever let go the young lady’s hand! She may have me up to the Lord Chancellor if she pleases!”
A little relaxation in the noise made these words audible; and Kate, who knew the Lord Chancellor had some power over her, and had formed her notions of him from a picture, in a history book at home, of Judge Jefferies holding the Bloody Assize, began to get very much frightened; and her friends saw her eyes growing round with alarm, and not knowing the exact cause, pitied her; Lord de la Poer seated her upon his knee, and told her that Mamma would take her home, and take care Aunt Barbara did not punish her.
“I don’t think she will punish me,” said Kate; “she does not often! But pray come home with me!” she added, getting hold of the lady’s hand.
“What would she do to you, then?”