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Mistress Ellis? But you are deaf, may be?—I am alarmed to the last degree!—You are suddenly seized, perhaps with the loss of one of your senses?"
This attack, begun for her son, though, upon his romping with the little boy, in total disregard to its reproach, ending for Juliet, made Ireton now, throwing back his head, to stare, with a sneering half-laugh, at Juliet, exclaim, "Fie, Mrs. Betty! How can you leave Mrs. Ireton, unaided, in such peril? Fie, Mrs. Polly, fie! Mrs. . . . . What is your new nurse's name, my boy?"
The boy, who never held his tongue but when he was desired to speak, would make no answer, but by running violently after Juliet, as she sought to escape from him; flinging flowers, leaves, grass, or whatever he could find, at her, with boisterous shouts of laughter, and with all his little might.
Mrs. Ireton, brought nearly to good humour by the sight of the perplexity and displeasure of Juliet, only uttered,
