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"Aw, my dear," he said, "I do think the little maid is a sight too long away." "She do have a long walk, John dear. St. Penfer isn't at the door-step, I'm sure."
John Penelles was occupied on the afternoon of that Saturday which comes between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday. His boat was rocking on the tide-top and he seemed to be looking at her. But his bright blue eyes saw nothing seaward; he was mentally watching the flowery winding way up the cliff to St. Penfer. If his daughter Denas was coming down it he would hear her footsteps in his heart.
Miss Tresham had the two lovers supposed to be the lot of most women the ineligible one, whom she contradictively preferred, and the eligible one, who adored her in spite of all discouragements. The first was the young rector of St. Penfer, a man to whom Elizabeth ascribed every heavenly perfection, but who in the matter of earthly goods had not been well considered by the church he served.
Penfer? What a foolish idea! You would only give yourself a wretched memory to carry through your whole life." "Never mind! I want to go to St. Penfer." "How can you? I cannot take you to Burrell Court, Denasia." "I would not put my foot inside Burrell Court." "Then if I went there and you went to your father's house, that would look very bad. People would say all kinds of wicked things."
If you do I will never speak to you again never!" Roland laughed lightly at her passion and answered with a provoking pleasantry: "You feel too, too, too furiously, Denasia. It is not ladylike. Your emotions will wear away your beauty." So Roland went by the night train to St. Penfer, and Denasia took the train after his for the same place.
The name was unlucky; and besides, the child did not resemble his family. It looked just like the St. Penfer fisher children." Denasia coloured furiously, but she answered with the moderation of accepted punishment, "Very well, then! I will call him 'John' after my father. I hope he may be as good a man."
Penfer by the Sea, and as mothers see through their children, she was equally popular with the children of larger growth. One very singular incident of this popularity was the fact that every child, without special intent, without the slightest thought of offence, called their beloved teacher Denas Penelles. For a time she corrected the mistake, but the name Tresham was strange and unfamiliar.
All the love she can spare from her blustering father and mother she wastes on that miserable sickly babe, who would be a thousand times better dead than alive. If I leave her she will go back to St. Penfer. I have a hundred dollars; I will give her fifty of them. She can pay a steerage passage out of it or go in a sailing-vessel, or if she does not like that way she has things she can sell.
Tris had to tell every particular about her builder and her building, and as the fishers were talking excitedly of these things, Joan gave a general invitation to her friends, and they followed her to the cottage, and heard the St. Penfer News read, and had a plate of junket and of clotted cream. And they were really proud and glad of what they heard.
He remained with his sister ten days, and thoroughly enjoyed the change of life. And indeed he found himself quite a little hero in St. Penfer. Miss Mohun met him with smiles; she asked sweetly after Mrs. Tresham and never once named the fifty pounds Roland had promised her. The landlady of the Black Lion made a great deal of him.
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