Excerpt from Mrs. Geoffrey: A Novel"I don't see why I shouldn't put in a month there very comfortably," says Geoffrey, indolently, pulling the ears of a pretty, saucy little fat terrier that sits blinking at him, with brown eyes full of love, on a chair close by. "And it will be something new to go to Ireland, at all events. It is rather out of the running these times, so probably will prove interesting; and at least there is a chance that one won't meet every town acquaintance round every corner. That's the worry of going abroad, and I'm heartily sick of the whole thing.""You will get murdered," says his mother, quite as indolently, half opening her eyes, which are gray as Geoffrey's own. "They always kill people, with things they call pikes, or burn them out of house and home, over there, without either rhyme or reason.""They certainly must be a lively lot, if all one hears is true," says Geoffrey, with a suppressed yawn."You are not really going there, Geoff?""Yes, really.""To what part of Ireland?""Somewhere beyond Bantry: you have heard of Bantry Bay?""Oh, I dare say! I am not sure," says Lady Rodney, pettishly, who is rather annoyed at the idea of his going to Ireland, having other plans in view for him."Ever heard of Botany Bay?" asks he, idly; but, this question being distinctly frivolous, she takes no notice of it.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com