'For whom, ma'am ?' asked my father.

'None but Royal...' she was explaining, but stopped, for he showed her an awful frown, and she cried so that my heart ached for her.

My father went out to order the livery on the spot.

He was very excited.

Then it was that Mrs.
Waddy, embracing me, said, 'My dear, my own Master Richmond, my little Harry, prepare your poor child's heart for evil days.' I construed her unintelligible speech as an attack upon my father, and abused her violently.
While I was in this state of wrathful championship, the hall-door was opened.