"And----" began Elsa, but then she hesitated. "I was going to ask you not to decide anything about Geoff till you have seen more of him. If Frances and I could earn enough to keep him at school as he is, so that mamma could have the comf---- No, I"m afraid I can"t honestly say that having Geoff at home would be any comfort to her--less than ever if Frances and I were away. Great-uncle, don"t you think Geoff should have some idea of all this?"
"Certainly. But I cannot risk his teasing your mother. We will wait a few days. I should like to see poor Alice looking better; and I shall judge of Geoff for myself, my dears."
They were just at home again by this time. Vicky met them at the door.
She was in great excitement about Mr. Byrne"s Indian servant, who had come with his master"s evening clothes.
"I was watching for Geoff, to tell him!" she exclaimed. "But my tea"s ready; I must go." And off she ran.
"Good little girl," said Great-Uncle Hoot-Toot, nodding his head approvingly. "No grumbling from _her_, eh?"
"No, never," said Elsa, warmly. "She"s having her tea alone to-day.
Geoff"s coming in to dinner in your honour."
"Humph!" said the old gentleman.
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CHAPTER V.
A CRISIS.
Mrs. Tudor and the two girls had gone upstairs to the drawing-room.
Geoff glanced dubiously at Great-Uncle Hoot-Toot.
"Shall I--shall I stay with you, sir?" he asked.
Geoff was on his good behaviour.
The old gentleman glanced at him.
"Certainly, my boy, if you"ve nothing better to do," he said. "No lessons--eh?"
"No, sir," Geoff replied. "I"ve got all done, except a little I can do in the morning."
"They work you pretty hard, eh?"
"Yes, they do. There"s not much fun for a fellow who"s at school in London. It"s pretty much the same story--grind, grind, from one week"s end to another."
"Hoot-toot! That sounds melancholy," said Mr. Byrne. "No holidays, eh?"
"Oh, of course, I"ve some holidays," said Geoff. "But, you see, when a fellow has only got a mother and sisters----"
"_Only_," repeated the old gentleman; but Geoff detected no sarcasm in his tone.
"And mother"s afraid of my skating, or boating on the river, or----"
"Doesn"t she let you go in for the school games?" interrupted Mr. Byrne again.
"Oh yes; it would be too silly not to do _that_. I told her at the beginning--I mean, she understood--it wouldn"t do. But there"s lots of things I"d like to do, if mother wasn"t afraid. I should like to ride, or at least to have a tricycle. It"s about the only thing to make life bearable in this horrible place. Such weather! I do hate London!"
"Indeed!" said Mr. Byrne. "It"s a pity your mother didn"t consult you before settling here."
"She did it for the best, I suppose," said Geoff. "She didn"t want to part with me, you see. But I"d rather have been at a boarding-school in the country; I do so detest London. And then it"s not pleasant to be too poor to have things one should have at a public school."
"What may those be?" inquired the old gentleman.
"Oh, heaps of things. Pocket-money, for one thing. I was telling mother about it. I really should have more, if I"m to stay properly at school.
There"s d.i.c.k Colethorne, where I was staying last holidays--cousins of ours; he has six times what I have, and he"s only two years older."
"And--is his mother a widow, and in somewhat restricted circ.u.mstances?"
asked Mr. Byrne.
"Oh no," replied Geoff, unwarily. "His father"s a very rich man; and d.i.c.k is the only child."
"All the same, begging Mr. Colethorne"s pardon, if he were twenty times as rich as Croesus, I think he"s making a tremendous mistake in giving his boy a great deal of pocket-money," said Mr. Byrne.
"Well, of course, I shouldn"t want as much as he has," said Geoff; "but still----"
"Geoffrey, my boy," said the old gentleman, rising as he spoke, "it strikes me you"re getting on a wrong tack. But we"ll have some more talk about all this. I don"t want to keep your mother waiting, as I promised to talk some more to _her_ this evening. So we"ll go upstairs. Some day, perhaps, I"ll tell you some of the experiences of _my_ boyhood. I"m glad, by-the-by, to see that you don"t take wine."
"No-o," said Geoff. "That"s one of the things mother is rather fussy about. I"d like to talk about it with you, sir; I don"t see but that at my age I might now and then take a gla.s.s of sherry--or of claret, even.
It looks so foolish never to touch any. It"s not that I _care_ about it, you know."
"At your age?" repeated Mr. Byrne, slowly. "Well, Geoff--do you know, I don"t quite agree with you. Nor do I see the fun of taking a thing you "don"t care about," just for the sake of looking as if those who had the care of you didn"t know what they were about."
They were half-way upstairs by this time. Geoff"s face did not wear its pleasantest expression as they entered the drawing-room.
"He"s a horrid old curmudgeon," he whispered to Vicky; "I believe Elsa"s been setting him against me."
Vicky looked at him with reproachful eyes. "Oh, Geoff," she said, "I do think he"s so nice."
"You do, do you?" said he. "Well, I don"t. I"ll tell you what, Vicky; I"ve a great mind to run away. I do so hate this life. I work ever so much harder than most of the fellows, and I never get any thanks for it; and everything I want is grudged me. My umbrella"s all in rags, and I"m ashamed to take it out; and if I was to ask mamma for a new one, they"d all be down on me again, you"d see."
"But you haven"t had it long, Geoff," said Vic.
"I"ve had it nearly a year. You"re getting as bad as the rest, Vicky,"
he said querulously.
He had forgotten that he was not alone in the room with his little sister, and had raised his tone, as he was too much in the habit of doing.
"Hoot-toot, hoot-toot!" said a now well-known voice from the other side of the room; "what"s all that about over there? You and Victoria can"t be quarrelling, surely?"