“And so was I!” I shouted valiantly. “It’s not your luggage, and you sha’n’t have it, you old—beast!”
The last word came out half-involuntarily, and I was terribly frightened as soon as it had escaped my lips.
I do not know how Mr Ladislaw or Miss Henniker took it, for I dare not look up. I heard Mrs Hudson utter a mild protest, and next moment was conscious of being taken firmly by the hand by Mr Ladislaw and led to the door from which he had just emerged.
“Remain here, Batchelor,” said he, sternly, “till I come back.”
There was something in his voice and manner which took the spirit out of me, and he might have spared himself the trouble of locking the door behind him. I found myself in a small study, with shelves on the walls and a writing-table in the window, which looked out on to a playground, where, in the distance, I could catch sight of three boys swinging.
This first prospect of my future companions so interested me that I had actually nearly forgotten all about poor Mrs Hudson, when Mr Ladislaw entered the study and said—“The person is going now, Batchelor. If you like you can say good-bye.”
I flew out into the hall. Mrs Hudson was there crying, alone. What we said, and how we hugged one another, and how desperately we tried to be cheerful, I need not relate. I was utterly miserable. My only friend, the only friend I had, was going from me, leaving me in this cheerless place all alone. I would have given worlds to return with her. Mr Ladislaw stood by as we uttered our last farewells.
“Be a good boy, Freddy, dear; be a good boy,” was all she could say.
“So I will, so I will,” was all I could reply. Then she turned to where the coach was waiting. But once more she paused, and drew from her pocket another parcel, this time a box, of the nature of whose contents I could readily guess.
“It’s only a few sweets, dear. There, be a good boy. Good-bye, Freddy!”