Father, you must make some allowance for her natural grief, and--" Braddock stamped again.

"Take her away! take her away!" he cried testily, "and keep her out of my sight.

Is it not enough to have lost an invaluable assistant, and a costly mummy of infinite historical and archaeological value, without my being accused of--of--oh!" The Professor choked with rage and shook his hand in the air.
Seeing that he was unable to speak, Lucy seized the opportunity of the lull in the storm, and hurried the old woman, sobbing and moaning, up the stairs.

By this time the shrieks of Mrs.Bolton, and the wordy wrath of Braddock, had drawn the cook and her husband, along with the housemaid, from the basement to the ground floor.

The sight of their surprised faces only added to their master's anger, and he advanced furiously.
"Go downstairs again: go down, I tell you!" "But if there's anything wrong, sir," ventured the gardener timidly.
"Everything is wrong.