A Country Gentleman and His Family

a nervous leap clear of her, and stood shaking and quivering with the effort, on his guard, and distrustful of any advance. “Nobody is going to harm you, my little fellow,” said the man, kindly enough: while the lady asked why he was frightened, with laughter, which confused and alarmed him more and more; for Geoff was accustomed to be taken seriously, and did not understand being laughed at. He wanted to be civil, notwithstanding, and was about to follow indoors, plucking up his courage, when a glance round, which showed him how high the walls were, and that the gates had been closed, and that in the somewhat strait enclosure inside there was no apparent outlet by which he could communicate with the world in which his mother and Theo and everybody he knew were left behind, brought a thrill of panic, which he could not overcome, through him. As he paused, scared and frightened, on the threshold, he saw at the farther end of the enclosure a door standing a little ajar, at which someone had entered on foot. Geoff did not pause to think again, but made for the opening with a sudden start, and, when outside, ran like a hunted hare. He ran straight on seeing houses before him where he knew there must be safety⁠—houses with no high walls, cottages such as a small heart trusts in, be it beggar or prince. He ran, winged with fear, till he got as far as Mrs. Bagley’s shop. It was not far, but he was unused to violent exertion, and his little body and brain were both quivering with excitement and with the shock of his fall. The dread of someone coming after him, of the house that looked like a prison, of the strangeness of the circumstances altogether, subsided at the sight of the village street, the church in the distance, the open door of the little shop. All these things were utterly antagonistic to ogres, incompatible with enchantresses. Geoff became lively again when he reached the familiar and recognisable; and when he saw the cakes in Mrs. Bagley’s window, his want of a dinner became an overpowering consciousness. He stopped himself, took breath, wiped his little hot forehead, and went in in a very gentlemanly way, taking off his hat, which was dusty and crushed with his fall, to the astonished old lady behind the counter. “Would you mind giving me a cake or a biscuit?” he said. “I don’t think I have any money, but I am going to Mrs. Warrender’s, if you will show me where that is, and she will pay for me. But don’t do it,” said Geoff, suddenly perceiving that he might be taken for an impostor, “if you have any doubt that you will be paid.”

“Oh, my little gentleman,” cried Mrs. Bagley, “take whatever you please, sir! I’m not a bit afraid; and if you was never to pay me, you’re but a child, if I may make bold to say so; and as for a cake or a⁠—But if you’ll take my advice, sir, a good bit of bread and butter would be far more wholesome, and you shall have that in a moment.”

“Thank you very much,” said Geoff, though he cast longing eyes at the cakes, which had the advantage of being ready; “and please might I have a chair or a stool to sit down upon, for I am very tired? May I go into that nice room there, while you cut the bread and butter? My mother,” said the boy, with a sigh of pleasure, throwing himself down in Mrs. Bagley’s big chair, which she dragged out of its corner for him, “will be very much obliged to you when she knows. Yes, I am only a child,” he continued, after a moment; “but I never thought I was so little till I got far away from home. Will you tell me, please, where I am now?”

Mrs. Bagley was greatly impressed by this little personage, who looked so small and talked with such imposing self-possession. She set down before him a glass of milk with the cream on it, which she had intended for her own tea, and a great slice of bread and butter, which Geoff entered upon without further compliment. “This is Underwood,” she said, “and Mrs. Warrender’s is close by, and there’s nobody but will be ready to show you the way; but I do hope, sir, as you haven’t run away from home.”

“Oh no,” said Geoff, with his mouth full of bread and butter, “not at all. I only came to see Theo⁠—that is Mr. Warrender’s name, you know. To be sure,” he added, “mamma will not know where I am, and probably she is very frightened; that is something like running away, isn’t it? I hope they have caught my pony, and then when I have rested a little I can ride home. Is that a nice house, that tall red house with the wall round it, or do they shut up people there?”

“Ah, that’s the Elms,” said the old lady, and she gave a glance which Geoff did not understand to the young woman who was sitting at work behind. “I don’t know as folks is ever shut up in it,” she said, significantly; “but don’t you never go there, my little gentleman, for it ain’t a nice house.”

“The like of him couldn’t get no harm⁠—if even, Granny, it was as bad as you think.”

“There is nobody as wouldn’t get harm, man or woman, or even children,” cried Granny dogmatically. “It was the last place as poor Lord Markland was ever in afore his accident, and who knows⁠—”

Geoff put down his bread and butter. “That’s my father,” he said. He did not use the more familiar title when talking to strangers. “Did he know those people? Perhaps his horses got wild escaping from them.”

Mrs. Bagley lifted up her hands in awe and wonder. “My stars!” she said, “I thought