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Updated: June 2, 2025
I left the mare by Tredinnis great gates and crept down to Moyle's stables like a housebreaker, looked in through the window, and sure enough there was George's grey in the loose box to the right. So George is sleeping there, and I'm easy in my mind. No doubt you think me an old fool?" But Taffy was not thinking anything of the sort. "I couldn't wish better than that. You understand?"
Within Tredinnis Gates they found a couple of pine-trees blown down across the road, and scrambled over their trunks. Before lessons, Taffy boasted a lot of his journey to Honoria, and almost forgot to be sorry that George did not appear, though it was Wednesday. They had no trouble in reaching home. The gale hurled them along.
She had run away from Tredinnis House, and married a penniless captain; and Honoria's surname was Callastair, though nobody uttered it in the old man's hearing. Husband and wife had died in India, of cholera, within three years of their marriage; and the old man had sent for the child. Having relented so far, he went on to do it thoroughly, in his own fashion.
He at least pretended to observe nothing, but chatted away cheerfully. "Taffy," he said, after dinner, "I want you to run up to Tredinnis with a note from me. Maybe I will follow later, but I must go to the village first." A footpath led Taffy past the church, and out at length upon a high road, in face of two tall granite pillars with an iron gate between.
Suddenly the clamour ceased and the evening fell so silent that Taffy heard the note of an owl away in the Tredinnis plantations to his left. This silence was daunting, but they crept on and soon were standing in the illuminated ring of furze whins which surrounded the Chapel. "Can you reach up to look in?" Taffy could not; so Honoria obligingly went on hands and knees, and he stood on her back.
I began to explain all this to George, but found that he had dropped asleep in his chair. He was tired out after a long day with the pheasants." "I shall stay here for a week or two yet, perhaps. You know how I hate Tredinnis. On my way over, I called at the Parsonage and saw your mother. She was writing that very day, she said, and promised to send my remembrances, which I hope duly reached you.
The reddened sky shed its glow gently through the clear glass windows, suffusing the shadows beneath the arched roof. And in the silence the lad wondered what was happening up at Tredinnis. Jim the Whip took oath afterward that it was no fault of his. He had suspected three of the hounds for a day or two Chorister, White Boy, and Bellman and had separated them from the pack.
But, to be sure, she was mistress of Tredinnis now, and a child no longer. Taffy guessed the meaning of her visit at once. And no doubt this act of formal reconciliation between Tredinnis House and the Parsonage had cost her some nervousness. As Taffy entered his parents stood up and seemed just as awkward as their visitor. "Another time, perhaps," he heard his father say.
They began the very next day in the library at Tredinnis a deserted room carpeted with badgers' skins, and lined with undusted books works on farriery, veterinary surgery, and sporting subjects, long rows of the Annual Register, the Arminian Magazine. Taffy began by counting the badgers' skins.
The old man shook off the Bryanite's hand, and as the procession wheeled and reformed itself confusedly, rushed to the head of it, waving his hat "Back! Back to Tredinnis!" "God help them!" said Mr. Raymond; and taking Taffy by the arm, drew him back into the church. The shouting died away up the road. For three-quarters of an hour father and son worked in silence.
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