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"Well, if this is our only business, gentlemen " "There is another case, sir," put in Mr. Batty. "Wife Trudgian by name wants separation order. Application reached me too late to be included in the list." "Trudgian?" queried Parson Voisey. "Not Selina Magor, I hope, that married young Trudgian a year or so back? Husband a clay-labourer, living somewhere outside Tregarrick." "That's the woman.
Alfonso Trudgian pertly. "I beg your pardon? the 17th of March, one thousand seven hundred and twenty-five." "Then I'm sorry to interrupt ye, Jose, but since Mr. Roger wants me gone, I have here a will executed by Mr. Stephen on February the 14th last St. Valentine's day. And it reads like a valentine, too.
"I think," said that very respectable lawyer, "there can be no harm in suffering Mr. Trudgian to remain, as an act of courtesy to Mrs. Stephen. We need not detain him long. The will I have here was drawn by me on the instruction of my late respected client, and was signed by him and witnessed on the 17th of March, one thousand seven hundred and twenty-five. "What date?" put in Mr.
'To my dear and lawful wife, Elizabeth Stephen, I devise and bequeath all my estate and effects, be they real or personal, to be hers absolutely. And this I do in consideration of her faithful and constant care of me. Signed, Humphrey Stephen. Witnesses, William Shapcott' that's my clerk 'and Alfonso Trudgian. That's short enough, I hope, and sweet." Mr.
Macann such a tearing hot candidate was his having been born at Trudgian, a mile out of town here to the west'ard. The Macanns had farmed Trudgian, for maybe a hundred years, having come over from Ireland to start with: a poor, hand-to-mouth lot, respected for nothing but their haveage, which was understood to be something out of the common.
'Will drink your lordship's health there, anyway." He skipped away up the road towards Tregarrick. In the opposite direction young Mr. and Mrs. Trudgian could be seen just passing out of sight, he supporting her with his arm, pausing every now and then, bending over her uxoriously. "'Erbert 'Enery Bates!" "Wot cheer!"
In the circumstances," she laid a slight stress here "I should have thought it wiser to leave the house as quietly as possible." "But but the house is mine, my lady . . . every stick of it willed to me, and the estate too! Mr. Trudgian had drawn up the will, and was there to read it." "You don't mean to tell me " Lady Piers started up from her chair.
"Who is this?" he demanded. "This is Mr. Alfonso Trudgian, my lawyer from Penzance," explained the widow, and felt her voice shaking. "Then he's not wanted." "But excuse me, Mr. Stephen, this lady's interests ," began Mr. Trudgian. "If my father's will makes any provision for her I can attend to it without your interference." Roger glanced at Mr. Jose.
Jose reached out a shaking hand for the document, but Roger was before him. At one stride he had reached Mr. Trudgian and gripped him by the collar, while his other hand closed on the paper. The attorney shrank back, squealing like a rabbit. "Let me go! 'Tis only a copy. Let me go, I say!" "You dirty cur!"
Trudgian gets up my case. And with that they fetched me over to Trudgian's office and paid me down on the table; 'for, says the lawyer, 'we won't put expense on a man so poor as Roger Stephen is like to be, though he have given these fal-lals a useless journey. 'Tell ye what, master; they mean to have you out of Steens if they can, that pair." "Let 'em come and try," said Roger grimly.
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