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Surely I am not a person of such importance that a few visits to the Cove can ruin us socially?" "Ah! that is what you don't understand! Little things matter here. People watch, and are, I am afraid, only too ready to fasten on matters that do not concern them. Besides, it is not only the Cove there are other things there are, for instance, the Bethels." At the name Robin started.
The Four Stones were in harmony to-day: white, and pearl-grey, with hints of purple in their shadows oh beautiful and mysterious world! He went into the Bethels' to call for Mary. Bethel appeared for a moment at the door of his study and shouted "Hullo! Harry, my boy! Frightfully busy cataloguing! Going out for a run in a minute!" the door closed.
Of his last visit he says that "well-nigh all the town attended, and with all possible seriousness. Surely forty years' labour has not been in vain here." The numberless meeting-houses and Bethels throughout Cornwall bear at least one form of testimony to the enduring fruits of that "forty years' labour." There are other things besides Methodists at St. Ives; there are painters and pilchards.
He liked Mary Bethel, had liked her very much indeed, but he had known that his aunt disapproved of them and had been careful to disguise his meetings. But the instant thought in his mind concerned the Feverels. If the Bethels were impossible socially, what about Dahlia and her mother? What would his aunt say if she knew of that little affair?
Miss Ponsonby would not have spoken unless matters had gone pretty far. The Cove! The Bethels! Robin's father! For, after all, it was for Robin that she cared. She felt that she was fighting his battles, and so subtly concealed from herself that she was, in reality, fighting her own. She was in a state of miserable uncertainty.
Robin tried for Breach of Promise, the Bethels in the house before father has been buried for three days the policy and traditions of the last three hundred years upset in three weeks." "Of course," said Harry, "I could scarcely expect you to welcome the change. You do not know Miss Bethel. I am afraid you are a little prejudiced against her.
Then Robin was suddenly grave. "Oh! but, I say, there's Aunt Clare and Uncle Garrett!" He had utterly forgotten them. What would they say? The Bethels of all people! "Yes. I've thought about it. I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid Aunt Clare won't want to stay. I don't see what's to be done. I haven't told her yet " Robin saw at once that he must choose his future; it was to be his aunt or his father.
It was four o'clock, and he was going to tea at the Bethels'. He had been there pretty frequently during the past week that and the Cove were his only courts of welcome. He knew that his going there had only aggravated his offences in the eyes of his sister, but that he could not help. Why should they dictate his friends to him? The little drawing-room was neat and clean.
He had been suddenly afraid of the Bethels going to tea had seemed such an obvious advance on his part that he had shrunk from it, and he had even avoided Bethel lest that gentleman should imagine that he was on the edge of a proposal for his daughter's hand.
They will not come again." "That may be. But they are, as you have said, my friends. I cannot, therefore, hear them insulted. They must be left out of the discussion." On any other matter he could have heard her quietly, but the Bethels she must leave alone.
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