He walked slowly up the red road along which the dogcart had sped so blithesomely some six or seven hours ago, and Judy and Pip followed at a respectful--a very respectful--distance.
At the gate he saw them, and gave a large, angry beckon for them to come up.

Judy went very white, but obeyed instantly, and Pip, pulling himself together, brought up the rear.
Afterwards Judy only had a very indistinct remembrance of what happened during the next half-hour.

She knew there was a stormy scene, in which Esther and the whole family came in for an immense amount of vituperation.
Then Pip received a thrashing, in spite of Judy's persistent avowal that it was all her fault, and Pip hadn't done anything.

She remembered wondering whether she would be treated as summarily as Pip, so angry was her father's face as he pushed the boy aside and stood looking at her, riding whip in hand.

But he flung it, down and laid a heavy hand on her shrinking shoulder.
"Next Monday," he said slowly--"next Monday morning you will go to boarding school.