"Ho! there! Do you belong to the house? Run in, summon Anthony Crymes. Tell him his father wants him—immediately."
CHAPTER XXIX. CAUTIONS.
Urith entered the hall again, and told Fox that his father was without, and wanted him.
"My father!" exclaimed young Crymes. "Oh! he is home from the Session of Parliament, where they and the King have been engaged in offering each other humble pie, for which neither party has a taste. What does he want with me?"
"I did not inquire," answered Urith, haughtily.
Mr. Crymes had not known her in the road, when he called out to her to send his son to him.
Fox was annoyed to have to leave the dance, but he could not disobey his father, so he took his hat and coat, and went forth.
Mr. Crymes was waiting for him, in the coach.
"I heard you were here, on my way. Stirring times, my boy, when we must be up and doing."