'If I am not in my place at my lord's breakfast to-morrow, there will be questioning.

That I had leave to accompany my mother makes the mischief.
If I had stole away, it would be another matter.

It will be hard to bear rebuke, and no frolic.' 'Come home with me,' said Richard.

'My father will do his best to atone for the wrong done by his son.' 'Set foot across the threshold of a roundhead fanatic! In the way of hospitality! Not if the choice lay betwixt that and my coffin!' cried the cavalier.
'Then let me carry you back to lady Vaughan's,' said Richard, with a torturing pang of jealousy, which only his sense of right, now thoroughly roused, enabled him to defy.
'I dare not.

I should terrify my mother, and perhaps kill my cousin.' 'Your mother! your cousin!' cried Richard.
'Yes,' returned Scudamore; 'my mother is there, on a visit to her cousin lady Vaughan.' 'Alas, I am more to blame than I knew!' said Richard.
'No,' Scudamore went on, heedless of Richard's lamentation.