Stories told by the miller — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Stories told by the miller
John Stuart Mill · en
“Sit down, boy,” his father began, very solemnly, “and try to look more
intelligent. When I was your age I was setting up house. As you are an
only child I have tried not to spoil you, and I may say that, on the
whole, you have been a good son; but now it is time you were settled. I
hear from your mother that you have made the acquaintance of a young
lady in the house opposite. From what you have told your mother of her
manners, she must be of a good disposition and naturally refined. If you
have any mind to marry her she shall have a hearty and fatherly welcome,
and your mother and I will give up the whole of the top branches to you.
You had better think it over.”
Master Bogey did not take long to do that. He clapped his hands with joy
when he thought that he might see his dear doll again, and never part
from her any more, for he knew that she would be thankful to escape from
cruel Jane and the rude ladies in blue and pink. The only difficulty
was, how was he to get at her?
Evidently the servants had been blamed for their carelessness. Since his
adventure the front door had been locked and the windows bolted as soon
as it grew dark. He ran round the house every night, looking eagerly for
some chink or crack large enough for him to squeeze himself in through;
but there was nothing big enough, for he was a well-grown lad, and as
tall as his father.
At last a bold plan came into his mind. He decided to get in in broad
daylight, hiding in some empty room till everyone had gone to bed and
then making his way to the nursery. As soon as he could persuade his
love to elope with him, they would steal downstairs, unlock the front
door, and let themselves out. When he told Madam Bogey of this plan she
was in a dreadful state, and said it was much too dangerous; but he was
determined. It is terrible to think what love will do!
So one afternoon he began to make his way to the house by short stages.
From tree to tree he dodged, and just before dusk he had reached a small
yew growing in a shrubbery near the front-door steps without being seen
by anyone. He heard the great bell clang which called servants and
stablemen to tea; and when he thought they were all safe in the
servants’ hall, he flew up the steps like a lamplighter, and in at the
door. Opposite to it was a large drawing-room, which the doll had told
him was never used in winter, and in he went. There was a sofa there,
with a long chintz cover touching the floor; and he crawled under this,
and lay down as still as a mouse. How his heart beat when a maid came to
draw the curtains! How he longed to catch her by the ankle and make her
scream! But he did nothing so silly; he only lay and longed for the
night, when he might get upstairs.