She longed to take both boys to it.

She was not angry now.

Very likely she was delighted with the thought of the younger's prowess and generosity.
"You are a very naughty disobedient child," she said, in an exceedingly peaceable voice.

"My poor Mr.Ward! What a rebel, to strike you! Papa's great ebony ruler, was it?
Lay down that hanger, child.

'Twas General Webb gave it to my papa after the siege of Lille.