Part 5 (1/2)

”Obed Coleby, _sir_,” said the boy quickly, correcting himself.

”What a name!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the doctor.

”Yes, ain't it? I hates it, sir.”

”Oh! you do?”

”Yes; the boys all make fun of it, and call me Bed, and Go-to-bed, and Old Bedstead, and when they don't do that, they always call me Old Coal bag or Coaly.”

”That will do, sir. Don't chatter so,” said Mr Sibery reprovingly.

”Please, sir, he asked me,” said the boy in protest; and there was a frank, bluff manner in his speech which took with the doctor.

”Humph!” he said. ”Would you like to leave this place, and come and live with me!”

The boy puckered up his face, took a step forward, and the master made a movement as if to send him back; but the doctor laid his hand upon his arm, while the boy gazed into his eyes for some moments with wonderfully searching intentness.

”Well?” said the doctor. ”Will you?”

The boy's face smoothed; a bright light danced in his eyes; and, as if full of confidence in his own judgment, he said eagerly--

”Yes; come along;” and he held out his hand.

”And leave all your schoolfellows!” said the doctor.

The boy's bright face clouded directly, and he turned to gaze back at the crowd of closely cropped heads.

”He'll be glad enough to go,” said the schoolmaster.

”Yes,” said Mr Hippetts; ”a most ungrateful boy.”

The little fellow--stunted of his age--swung sharply round; and they saw that his eyes were br.i.m.m.i.n.g over as he looked reproachfully from one to the other.

”I didn't want to be a bad un, sir,” he said. ”I did try, and--and-- and--I'll stop here, please, and--”

He could say no more, for his face was working, and, at last, in shame and agony of spirit, he covered his face with his hands, and let himself drop in a heap on the stone floor, sobbing hysterically.

”Coleby! Stand up, sir!” cried the master sternly.

”Let him be, Mr Hippetts, if you please,” said the doctor, with dignity; and he drew in a long breath, and remained for some moments silent, while the whole school stared with wondering eyes, and the two masters exchanged glances.

”Strange boy,” said Mr Hippetts.

Then the doctor bent down slowly, and laid his hand upon the lad's shoulder.

The little fellow started up, flinching as if from a blow, but as soon as he saw who had touched him, he rose to his knees, and caught quickly at the doctor's extended hand, while the look in the visitor's eyes had so strange an influence upon him that he continued to gaze wonderingly in the stern but benevolent face.

”I think you'll come with me?” said the doctor.

”Yes, I'd come. But may I?”