“To London! Does your father know of this?”
“He will. I am going to take a hansom from the station to the works.”
“What! Drive through that howling mob?”
“The howling mob won’t hurt me.”
“Child, you are crazy! What is the meaning of this?”
“The meaning is that I am going to hear what danger my father was in yesterday, and to be with him if he is in danger to-day:”
The good woman held up her hands in helpless dismay. Was ever human being, anxious to do her duty to all, harassed by two such ungovernable persons since the world began?—she asked herself. But for once she made exactly the remark to cope with the situation.
“The time has come sooner than I expected. Your father has forbidden you to go to the office, and, when he sees that you have disobeyed him at such a time as this, he will be furious. Then you will know what I have to stand.”
The impetuous girl paused in her preparations.
“Then why do you exasperate me beyond endurance by refusing to tell me what happened?”