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Haven't I read the insolent letters he has sent her? Haven't I seen her throw herself on her bed, beside herself with grief? And and these are things I don't forget, Mr. Trelyon. No, I have got a word to say to Mr. Roscorla yet for his treatment of my sister; and I will say it. And then " The proud lips were beginning to quiver.
Then he pulled sharply up in front of the inn, and George Rosewarne appeared. "Mr. Rosewarne, let me introduce you to my mother. She wants to see Miss Wenna for a few moments, if she is not engaged." Mr. Rosewarne took off his cap, assisted Mrs. Trelyon to alight, and then showed her the way into the house. "Won't you come in, Harry?" his mother said. "No."
Trelyon about their joint work of charity, but she conquered the feeling, and went and saw the gentle lady, who perceived nothing altered or strange in her demeanor. At last the letter from Jamaica came; and Mabyn, having sent it up to her sister's room, waited for a few minutes, and then followed it. She was a little afraid, despite her belief in the virtues of the sapphire ring.
Trelyon unable to express the gladness and gratitude that filled her heart; for before her were certain London newspapers, and, behold! Harry Trelyon's name was recorded there in certain lists as having scored a sufficient number of marks in the examination to entitle him to a first commission.
They were silent as they drove away. There was one happy face amongst them, that of Mrs. Rosewarne, but she was thinking of her own affairs in a sort of pleased reverie. Wenna was timid and a trifle sad: she said little beyond "Yes, Mr. Trelyon," and "No, Mr. Trelyon," and even that was said in low voice.
"I do not know," said Wenna, looking down. "I hope he does not mean to leave England." That was all she said. Harry Trelyon was, however, about to leave England, though not because he had been gazetted to a colonial regiment.
It was an embarrassing moment for two, at least, out of these three persons; and Mrs. Rosewarne, in her abundant good-nature, could not understand their awkward silence. Wenna was apparently looking out of the window at the bright blue bay and the boats, and yet the girl was not ordinarily so occupied when Mr. Trelyon was present.
I I cannot explain to you, Mr. Trelyon, and I am sure you won't ask me when I say so." He looked at her for a moment, and then he said, gently and yet firmly, "Look here, Wenna. You think I am only a boy that may or may not be but I am going to talk reasonably to you for once. Come over to this chair by the window and sit down." She followed him in passive obedience.
Wenna was scarcely at her ease, because she saw that her mother and sister were not; and she was very anxious, moreover, that these two should think well of Mrs. Trelyon and be disposed to like her. The sudden appearance of a man with a man's rough ways and loud voice seemed to shake these feminine elements better together, and to clear the air of timid apprehensions and cautions.
"But there's no Gretna Green now-a-days," said Trelyon as he went outside, "so you can't expect me to be perfect, grandmother." On the first night of his arrival at Eglosilyan he stole away in the darkness down to the inn.
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