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Solomon went, as usual, daily to look after affairs at Dunloppel, but Trevethick remained within doors, under pretense that the influx of guests, which was in fact considerable, demanded his presence.
But he did not wish all the world to know that, nor even his alter ego, Solomon Coe. Trevethick, although a close-fisted fellow, was no miser in the vulgar sense. He kept this vast sum at hand, partly because he had no confidence in ordinary securities, and partly because he wished to be in a position, at a moment's notice, to accomplish his darling scheme.
It passed, however, in an instant, like the electric fire, and was gone, leaving no trace behind it. "I have a daughter," replied Trevethick; and as he spoke his face, though somewhat pale, became as blank and hard and meaningless as a wall of stone. "This man is about to perjure himself," thought the experienced Mr.
"I have no cause to be frightened, that I know of, either of you or any other man, Mr. Trevethick," observed Richard, haughtily. "I hear you say so," was the other's grim reply; "but I shall be better pleased to hear you prove it." "Prove what?" "Two things that you are not a bastard, nor a pauper."
Two thousand pounds was offered on the nail, a sum far beyond its value; but it is one of his crazes that his property there is very valuable, and it's evident that this Trevethick thinks so too whereas it is only picturesque. For grandeur of position, Gethin Castle, or rather what is left of it, for it is a ruin, is indeed unequaled! You should take your sketch-book down there, some day.
"Well, I have been his guest," returned Richard, smiling; "and it is scarcely fair of me to speak of his embarrassments. He does not certainly want it so much but that he can still afford to indulge his whims, Mr. Trevethick, if that's what you mean." "That's just what I did mean," said the old man, frankly.
"Make over Wheal Danes to me by deed! What! at my own price?" "For nothing; you shall have it for a free gift." "But the condition? What is it that you want of me that is not money?" "I want permission from you, Mr. Trevethick, to wed, that is for I would not speak of love without your leave to woo your daughter." "To wed my daughter!" cried Trevethick, starting from his seat; "my Harry!"
To do the raconteur justice, he was by no means so egotistic as his aider and abettor, and Trevethick would express his regrets to Richard that it was so hard to get Sol to dismiss generalities and talk about himself.
"Yes, yes, he's far enough off," answered Trevethick, more peevishly than before, for Sol's remark seemed to foreshadow the very subject he would fain have avoided talking about. "He's gone to Plymouth, he is, and won't be back these five days." "Umph!" said Sol. If he had said, "I wish he would never come back at all," he could not have expressed his feelings more clearly.
Exasperated beyond all measure as Trevethick was, it did credit to his sagacity that even at such a moment he did not conceive of Richard Yorke as being a common thief. But he concluded him to be much worse, and deserving of far heavier punishment, as a man that would have obtained his daughter under false pretenses. He went down stairs, taking the box with him, to seek his friend.
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