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Now, when Harry Trelyon drove up to the Hall after leaving Wenna Rosewarne in the road he could not tell why he was vexed with her. He imagined somehow that she should not have allowed Mr. Roscorla to come home; and to come home just at this moment, when he, Trelyon, had stolen down for a couple of days to have a shy look at the sweet-heart who was so far out of his reach!
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?"
"All right," said he: "the place wants waking up." "And then," said the mother, wishing to be still more gracious, "you might ask Miss Rosewarne to dine with us: she might come well enough, although Mr. Roscorla is not here." A sort of gloom fell over the young man's face again: "I can't ask her you may if you like." Mrs. Trelyon stared: "What is the matter, Harry? Have you and she quarreled?
Trelyon had to acknowledge to himself that this worthy person deserved the best dinner that the hotel could produce. In the afternoon he walked along to fetch Mrs. Rosewarne and her daughter, his face bright with expectation. Mrs. Rosewarne was dressed and ready when he went in, but she said, "I am afraid I can't go, Mr. Trelyon. Wenna says she is a little tired, and would rather stay at home."
No sooner had Wenna Rosewarne fled to her own room, there to think over in a wild and bewildered way all that had just happened, than her heart smote her sorely. She had not acted prudently; she had forgotten her self-respect; she ought to have forbidden him to come near her again at least until such time as this foolish fancy of his should have passed away and been forgotten.
Rosewarne, with a great sadness in her voice, despite its studied calmness, said, "Mr. Trelyon, we need say nothing of what has occurred. There are some things that are best not spoken of. But I can trust to you not to seek to see Wenna before you leave here. She is quite recovered only a little nervous, you know, and frightened. To-morrow she will be quite well again."
She made sundry visits to the kitchen, and at length the banquet was ready. What ailed the young man? He seemed beside himself with careless and audacious mirth, and he made Mrs. Rosewarne laugh as she had not laughed for years. It was in vain that Wenna assumed airs to rebuke his rudeness. Nothing was sacred from his impertinence not even the offended majesty of her face.
She made no sign, she breathed no sound, But the skyward road she had surely found. "Are you dreaming again, child?" said Mrs. Rosewarne to her daughter. "You are not a fit companion for a sick woman, who is herself dull enough. Why do you always look so sad when you look at the sea, Wenna?" The wan-faced, beautiful-eyed woman lay on a sofa, a book beside her.
Carelessly looking at the fly-leaf, he saw that it was a present to Wenna Rosewarne, "with the very dearest love of her sister Mabyn." He passed his hand over the leaves, not noticing what he was doing. Suddenly he saw something which did effectually startle him into attention. It was a sheet of paper with two slits cut into it at top and bottom.
As he went into the parlor Wenna stepped quietly by him, her eyes downcast, and he knew that all he cared to look forward to in the world depended on the decision of that quiet little person with the sensitive mouth and the earnest eyes. Fighting was not of much use there. "Well, Mrs. Rosewarne," said he, rather shamefacedly, "I suppose you mean to scold me?" Her answer surprised him.
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