“That is what the lady called me,” said Geoff, “as if it was my fault. Do they set traps there for people who are lords?”
XXII
It may be supposed what the sight of Theo all bound up and bleeding was to the family in the Warren. He had not at all the look of a benevolent deliverer, suffering sweetly from a wound received in the service of mankind. He had a very pale and angry countenance, and snorted indignant breath from his dilated nostrils. “It’s nothing; a little water will make it all right,” he answered to the eager questions of his mother and sisters. “Has the brat got here?”
“The brat? What brat? Oh, Theo! You’ve been knocked down; your coat is covered with dust. Run for a basin, Chatty, and some lint. You’ve been fighting, or something.” These cries rose from the different voices round him, while old Joseph, who had seen from a window the plight in which his master was, stood gazing, somewhat cynical and very curious, in the background. The scene was the hall, which has been already described, and into which all the rooms opened.
“Well,” said Theo angrily, “I never said I hadn’t. Where’s the boy? Little fool! and his mother will be distracted. Oh, don’t bother me with your bathing. I must go and see after the boy.”
“Let me see what is wrong,” pleaded Mrs. Warrender. “The boy? Who is it? Little Markland? Has he run away? Oh, Theo, have patience a moment. Joseph will run and see. Minnie will put on her hat.”
“Running don’t suit these legs o’ mine,” grumbled Joseph, looking at his thin shanks.
“And what am I to put on my hat for?” cried Minnie. “Let Theo explain. How can we tell what he wants, if he won’t explain?”
“I’ll run,” said Chatty, who had already brought her basin, and who flew forth in most illogical readiness, eager to satisfy her brother, though she did not know what he wanted. Goodwill, however, is often its own reward, and in this instance it was emphatically so, for Chatty almost ran into a little group advancing through the shrubbery—Mrs. Bagley, with her best bonnet hastily put on, and holding little Geoff Markland by the hand. The little boy was in advance, dragging his guardian forward, and Mrs. Bagley panted with the effort. “Oh, Miss Chatty,” she cried, “I’m so thankful to see you! The little gentleman, he’s in such a hurry. The little gentleman—”
Geoff left go in a moment of the old lady’s hand, nearly throwing her off her balance; but he was full of his own affairs, as was natural. “It is me,” he said to Chatty. “I came to see Theo; but I had an accident and he had an accident. And they wanted to take me to that tall house, but I wouldn’t. Has Theo come back? and where is pony? This old lady has to be paid for the bread and butter. She was very kind, and took care of me when I ran away.”
“Oh,” cried Chatty, “did you run away? And Lady Markland will be so unhappy.”
No one paid attention to Mrs. Bagley declaring that she wanted no payment for her bread and butter; and Geoff, very full of the importance of the position, hurried Chatty back to the house. “Can I go in?” he said, breathless; “and will you send me home, and find pony for me? Oh, here is Theo. Was it the horse that tipped you on the head?” He came forward with great gravity, and watched the bathing of Warrender’s head, which was going on partly against his will. Geoff approached without further ceremony, and stood by the side of the table, and looked on. “Did he catch you with his forefoot?” said the boy. “I thought it was only the back feet that were dangerous. What a lot of blood! and oh, are they going to cut off your hair? When I got a knock on the head, mamma sent for the doctor for me.”
“Dear Theo, be still, and let me do it. How could you get such a blow?”
“I will tell you, Mrs. Warrender,” said the little boy, drawing closer and closer, and watching everything with his little grave face. “Pony threw me, and the big bays were coming down to crush my head. I saw them waving in the air, like that, over me! and Theo laid hold of me here and tore me, and they crushed him instead.”
“What is all this about a pony and the bays? Theo, tell me.”
“He tore me all here, look, in the back of my knickerbockers,” said Geoff, putting his hand to the place; “but I’d rather have that than a knock on my head. Theo, does it hurt? Theo, what a lot you have bled! Were you obliged to tear my knickerbockers? I say, Theo, the lady was pretty, but I didn’t much like her, after all.”
Theo, though his head was over the basin, put out his hand and seized the child by the shoulders. “What did you run away for, you little—? Do you know your mother will be wretched about you?—your mother, who is worth a hundred of you.” This was said through his teeth, with a twist of Geoff’s shoulder which was almost savage.
“I say!” cried the child; then he added indignantly, “I never ran away, I came to see you, because you are going to be my tutor. I didn’t think it was such a long way. And pony got hungry. And so was I.”
“Going to be his tutor!” It was Minnie’s voice that said this so sharply that the air tingled with the words: and even Mrs. Warrender started a little; but it was not a moment at which any more could be said. The bathing was done, and Theo’s wound had now to be brought together by plaster and bound up. It was not very
