It was very naughty of you.

What were you thinking of ?" "I thought I would drop in," I explained.

And in the pause resulting from my father's astonishment at my absurd and old-fashioned demeanour, I proceeded with Nurse Bundle's definition as well as I could recollect it in my confusion, and speak it for impending tears.
"So I came, and Rubens came, and Mr.Andrewes was in the garden, and we sat down, to change the weather, and pass time like, and Mr.
Andrewes was in the garden, and he gave me some flowers, and Mr.
Andrewes asked me in, and I came in, and he gave me some luncheon and he asked Rubens to have some bones, and--" "'Change the weather and pass time like,'" muttered my father.
"Servants' language! oh, dear!" In my vexation with things in general, and with the strong feeling within me that I was in the wrong, I seized upon the first grievance that occurred to me as an excuse for fretfulness, and once more quoted Nurse Bundle.
"It's so very quiet at home," I whimpered, with tears in my eyes, which had really no sort of connection with the dulness of the Hall, or with anything whatever but offended pride and vexation on my part.
Ah! How many a stab one gives in childhood to one's parents' tenderest feelings! I did not mean to be ungrateful, and I had no measure of the pain my father felt at this hint of the insufficiency of all he did for my comfort and pleasure at home.

Mr.Andrewes knew better, and said, hastily, "Just the love of novelty, Mr.Dacre.We have been children ourselves." My father sighed, and sitting down, drew me towards him with one hand, stroking Rubens with the other, in acknowledgment of his greeting and wagging tail.

Then I saw that he was hurt.