“No, Jamie. Nothing of the sort. Listen to me. You remain at Mr. Menaida’s. I am coming back.”
“But I’ve already brought up my clothes.”
“You take them back. Attend to me. You do not come here. I go back to Mr. Menaida’s immediately.”
“But, Ju! you’ve got all your pretty things from the parsonage here!”
“They are not mine. Mr. Coppinger bought them for himself.”
“But—the donkey?”
“Leave the donkey here. Pay attention to my words. I lay a strict command on you. As you love me, Jamie, do not leave Mr. Menaida’s; remain there till my return.”
That night there was a good deal of noise in the house. Judith’s room lay in a wing, nevertheless she heard the riot, for the house was not large, and the sounds from the hall penetrated every portion of it. She was frightened, and went into Miss Trevisa’s room.
“Aunt! what is this dreadful racket about?”
“Go to sleep—you cannot have every one shut his mouth because of you.”