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"It is indeed, and I love its peace. I love the quiet ways of the people. I saw a house yesterday which captivated, charmed me. Tre-Trelyon, yes, that's it; Trelyon, I was told it was called, and I hear it is for sale, or to let, I don't know which." "Yes, it is, and it is one of the finest places in the district.
Shall I stop and persuade him to go back home to bed?" "Oh no," said Mabyn, who was all for getting on at any risk. "Oh no," Wenna said, fearing the result of an encounter between the two men. "I must stop," Trelyon said. "It's such precious hard lines on him. I shall easily persuade him that he would be better at home."
Let us go up to this road, where Harry Trelyon, tortured with anxiety and impatience, is waiting. He had slipped away from the house pretty nearly as soon as the gentlemen had gone into the drawing-room after dinner, and on some excuse or other had got the horses put to a light and yet roomy Stanhope phaeton.
She was indeed thinking too much about the young man, and her mother was right in saying so; but who was to understand the extreme anxiety that possessed her to bring these dangerous relations to an end? On the, following afternoon Wenna, sitting alone at the window, heard Trelyon enter below.
"A few minutes ago I thought you were nearly crying over it," said the mother with a smile, but Miss Wenna took no heed of the reproof. She would have Mr. Trelyon help himself to a tumbler of claret and water. She fetched out from some mysterious lodging-house recess an ornamented tin can of biscuits.
Trelyon," said Mrs. Rosewarne, "you must not remain here." Mechanically he obeyed her. The gentleman who had been riding along the road had dismounted, and, fearing some accident had occurred, had come forward to offer his assistance.
Just at this moment the train slowed into Launceston Station, and the people began to get out on the platform. "That is the man I mean," said the old lady. Trelyon turned and stared. There, sure enough, was Mr. Roscorla, looking not one whit different from the precise, elderly, fresh-colored gentleman who had left Cornwall some seven months before.
Besides, Barnes says that things are looking well with him in Jamaica better than anybody expected. He might not be anxious to leave." They had now got back to the Parade, and Mabyn stopped: "I must leave you now, Mr. Trelyon. Mind not to go near Wenna when you get to Eglosilyan." "She sha'n't even see me. I shall be there only a couple of days or so; then I am going to London.
Then the song ended, and with a sudden disappointment Trelyon recollected that he at least had no business to interfere. What right had he to think of saving her? He had been idly turning over some volumes on the table. At last he came to a Prayer-book of considerable size and elegance of binding.
Trelyon said between his teeth, and then he hurried Mabyn into the carriage. What was the sound then that the still woods heard under the throbbing stars through the darkness that lay over the land? Only the sound of horses' feet, monotonous and regular, and not a word of joy or sorrow uttered by any one of the party thus hurrying on through the night.
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