Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 28, 2025
Bless my soul! you marrying men are so sly there is no getting at you. Well, what was I saying? Yes, yes will she do? Eight thousand a year, as I'm a living sinner!" Mr. Roscorla was intensely flattered to have it even supposed that the refusal of such a fortune was within his power. "Well," said he, modestly and yet critically, "she's not quite my style. I'm rather afraid of three-deckers.
Roscorla has come back?" his mother said. "General Weekes was asking about him only yesterday. We must see if he will come up to dinner the night after to-morrow; and Miss Rosewarne also." "You may ask her you ought to ask her but she won't come," said he. "How do you know?" Mrs. Trelyon said with a gentle wonder. "She has been here very often of late." "Have you let her walk up?"
For the rest, he did not want to quarrel with Harry Trelyon at present. But as he was walking up and down the verandah, looking a much younger and brisker man than the Mr. Roscorla who had left Eglosilyan, a servant came through the house and brought him a couple of letters. He saw they were respectively from Mr.
"Really, I think your interference is lather extraordinary, Miss Mabyn," said Mr. Roscorla, striving to contain his rage. "I beg your pardon," said Mabyn meekly. "I only want to say a word or two. Wouldn't it be better here than before the servants?" With that she led Wenna away. In a minute or two she returned. Mr. Roscorla would rather have been shut up in a den with a hungry tigress.
Roscorla, some time after, set out to walk by himself up to Basset Cottage, whither his luggage had been sent before him, he felt a little tired. He was not accustomed to violent emotions, and that morning he had gone through a good deal. His anger and anxiety had for long been fighting for mastery, and both had reached their climax that morning.
What a pity it is that this sensitive creature should be at the mercy of the rude passions of this son of hers! that she should have no protector! that she should be allowed to mope herself to death in a melancholy seclusion!" An odd fancy occurred to Mr. Roscorla at this moment, and he smiled: "I think I have got a clew to Mr. Barnes's disinterested anxiety about my affairs.
But then don't you see, Mabyn? Mr. Roscorla is just a little peculiar in some ways " "Yes, certainly." " and he likes to have a definite reason for what you do. If I were to tell him of the repugnance I have to the notion of getting married just now, he would call it mere sentiment, and try to argue me out of it: then we should have a quarrel.
Every phrase seems capable of misconstruction. And then the mischief it may cause!" "But surely you don't need to write with such care to Mr. Roscorla?" Wenna colored slightly, and hesitated as she answered, "Well, mother, it is something peculiar. I did not wish to trouble you, but, after all, I don't think you will vex yourself about so small a thing. Mr. Roscorla has been told stories about me.
That was Harry Trelyon's decision. For some time back he had been listening attentively. At length he said, "Don't you hear some one riding back there?" "Yes, I do," said Wenna, beginning to tremble. "I suppose it is Mr. Roscorla coming after us," the young man said coolly. "Now I think it would be a shame to drag the old gentleman halfway down to Plymouth. He must have had a good spell already.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," said his host good-naturedly, who did not care to recall the occasions on which Mr. Roscorla had been rather pleased to admit that certain tender ties bound him to his native land. "No, there is not," he said. "What fool would have his comfort and peace of mind depend on the caprice of a woman?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking