'
She could not speak, and her wild and frightened air might well give
him great alarm. She pointed to the nursery, and put her finger to
her lips, and he, beckoning to her to follow him, went downstairs,
and turning into the drawing-room, said, as he sank down upon the
sofa, 'Now, Phyllis, what has happened?'
'The gunpowder--I made it go off, and it has burnt poor Ada's face!
Mr. Saunders is there, and she screams--'
Phyllis finding herself ready to roar, left off speaking, and laying
her head on the table, burst into an agony of crying, while Mr.
Devereux was too much exhausted to address her; at last she
exclaimed: 'I hear the nursery door; he is going!'
She flew to the door, and listened, and then called out, 'Emily,
Jane, here is Cousin Robert!'
Jane came down, leaving Emily to finish hearing Mr. Saunders's
directions. She was even more shocked at her cousin's looks than
Phyllis had been, and though she tried to speak cheerfully, her
manner scarcely agreed with her words. 'It is all well, Robert, I am
sorry you have been so frightened. It is but a slight affair, though
it looks so shocking. There is no danger. But, oh, Robert! you
ought not to be here.
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