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"And now?" said he hotly. "Oh, Mr. Roscorla, you ought to pity me instead of being angry with me. I do love him: I cannot help it. You will not ask me to marry you? See, I will undertake not to marry him I will undertake never to see him again if only you will not ask me to keep my promise to you. How can I? How can I?" "Pity you! and these are the confessions you make!" he exclaimed.
"Roscorla, now Roscorla, there's a good chance for you, eh?" continued the old general. "We never could get you married, you know wild young dog! Don't you know the girls?" "Oh yes, Sir Percy," Mr. Roscorla said with no great good-will: then he turned to the fire and began to warm his hands.
Rosewarne directly. Then he followed her. He never for a moment doubted that this note had reference to his own affairs. Wenna had told her mother what had happened. The mother wished to see him to ask him to cease visiting them. Well, he was prepared for that. He would ask Wenna to leave the room. He would attack the mother boldly, and tell her what he thought of Mr. Roscorla.
He stood there before her, ready to accept her decision with all meekness and obedience, but giving her frankly to understand that he did not any the more countenance or consider as a binding thing her engagement to Mr. Roscorla. "Mind you," he said, "I am not quite as indifferent about all this as I look. It isn't the way of our family to put their hands in their pockets and wait for orders.
The Christmas and the New Year passed without any message from Mr. Roscorla; and Mabyn, though she rebelled against the bondage in which her sister was placed, was glad that she was not disturbed by angry letters. About the middle of January, however, a brief note arrived from Jamaica. "I cannot let such a time go by," Mr.
About as quiet as a dissenting chapel. No, no: if one means to have a little pleasure, why go to such a place as that? Now, will you come and prove the truth of what I have told you?" Mr. Roscorla looked alarmed, and even the solemn Lady Weekes had to conceal a smile. "Of course I mean you to persuade our friends here to come too," the widow explained.
Now, however, he was coming next day, and whether or not he was successful in his quest after the missing ring, would she not have to show herself abundantly grateful for all his kindness? In putting away her gloves she came upon the letter of Mr. Roscorla, which she had not yet answered. She shivered slightly: the handwriting on the envelope seemed to reproach her.
Roscorla and cheerful with her grandson, but she was oppressed by the belief that it was only her presence that had so far restrained the two men from giving vent to the rage and jealousy that filled their hearts. The conversation kept up was singular.
"I have got to break some news to you," he said: "perhaps you will consider it good news." She looked up quickly. "Nothing has happened to anybody only some one has arrived. Mr. Roscorla is at the inn." She did not flinch. He was vexed with her that she showed no sign of fear or dislike.
The farmer, seeing he was in the way, called out a careless good-night and rode on. "Well, what's the matter?" said George Rosewarne a little snappishly: he did not like being worried by excitable people. "Your daughters!" gasped Mr. Roscorla. "They've both run away both of them this minute with Trelyon! You'll have to ride after them. They're straight away along the high-road." "Both of them?
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