The more I thought the sadder I became, the darker did my prospects6 appear. I had given Prideaux a written guarantee for the money I had been unable to pay. That piece of paper meant my ruin, if he took advantage of it. Would he do this? Yes, I would see that he did. In extremities7 as I was, I would rather sacrifice the land than violate our old code of honour.
I heard a knock at the door, and a servant entered.
"From Mr. Trevisa of Treviscoe, sir," he said.
I am afraid my hand trembled slightly as I took the letter.
"Who brought it, Daniel?" I asked.
"A servant, sir."
"Let breakfast be ready in ten minutes, Daniel; I'll be down by that time."
"Yes, sir."
I broke the seal of the letter and read it. I soon discovered that it was written by young[Pg 12] Peter Trevisa. For, first of all, it was written in a clear hand and correctly spelt, and I knew that old Peter's writing was crabbed8 and ill-shapen; besides which, the old man had not learnt the secret of stringing words together with anything like ease. The contents of the epistle, too, revealed the fact that the son, and not the father, acted as scribe. The following is an exact transcript9 thereof:
"Treviscoe the 25th day of March in the year 1745.
"To Roger Trevanion, Esq., of Trevanion.
"Dear Sir:—The events of last night having altered their complexion10 somewhat after you left the house of Geoffry Luxmore, Esq., and the writing which you gave to Mr. Edward Prideaux having changed hands, with that gentleman's consent, it has become necessary for you to visit Treviscoe without delay. My father has therefore instructed me to write (instead of employing our attorney, who has up to the present conducted all correspondence relating to my father's connections with Trevanion) urging your presence here. I am also asked to impress upon you the fact that it will be greatly to your advantage to journey here immediately, while your delay will be perilous11 to yourself. We shall therefore expect you here within two hours from the delivery of this letter.
"Peter Trevisa."
This communication certainly looked ominous12, and I felt in no very pleasant frame of mind as I entered the room beneath, where my breakfast had been placed for me.
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"Where is the fellow who brought this, Daniel?" I asked of my old serving-man.
"He is standin' outside, sur. He wudden cum in. He seemed in a terble 'urry."
I went to the door and saw a horse which had evidently been hard ridden. It was covered with mud and sweat. The man who stood by the animal's side touched his hat when he saw me.
"Go into the kitchen, my man, and get something to eat and drink," I said.
"I must not, sur," was the reply. "My master told me to ride hard, and to return immediately I got your answer."
"Anything wrong at Treviscoe?"
"Not as I know ov, sur."
I had no hope of anything good from old Peter, and I felt like defying him. My two years' possession of Trevanion had brought but little joy. Every day I was pinched for money, and to have an old house to maintain without a sufficient income galled13 me. The man who is poor and proud is in no enviable position. Added to this, the desire to hide my poverty had made me reckless, extravagant14, dissolute. Sometimes I had been driven to desperation, and, while I had never forgotten the Trevanion's code of honour, I had become feared and disliked by many people. Let me here say that the Trevanion code of honour might be summed up in the following way: "Never betray a woman. Never break a promise. Never leave an insult unavenged. Suffer any privation rather than owe money to any man. Support the church, and honour the king."
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Having obeyed these dictates15, a Trevanion might feel himself free to do what else he liked. He could be a drunkard, a gamester, a swashbuckler, and many other things little to be desired. I speak now for my own branch of the family, for I had but little to do with others of my name. In the course of years the estates had been much divided, and my father's patrimony16 was never great. True, there were many hundreds of acres of land, but, even although all of it were free from embarrassment17, it was not enough to make its owner wealthy. My father had also quarrelled with those who bore our name, partly, I expect, because they treated him with but little courtesy. Perhaps this was one reason why he had been recklessly extravagant, and why he had taken no pains to make me careful. Anyhow I am afraid that while I was feared by many I was beloved by few. I had had many quarrels, and the law of my county being something lax, I had done deeds which had by no means endeared me to my neighbours.
My pride was great, my temper was of the shortest, my tastes and habits were expensive, and my income being small, I was weary of keeping up a position for which I had not the means.
Consequently, as I read young Peter Trevisa's letter, I felt like refusing to obey his bidding. I had been true to the Trevanion code of honour. I had given Prideaux a written promise that the gaming debt should be paid. Let them do their worst. I was young, as strong as a horse, scarcely knew the meaning of fatigue18, and I loved [Pg 15]adventure. I was the last of my branch of the family, so there was no one that I feared grieving. Very well, then, I would seek my fortune elsewhere. There were treasures in India, there were quarrels nearer home, and strong men were needed. There were many careers open to me; I would leave Trevanion and go to lands beyond the seas.
I was about to tell the man to inform his master that I refused to go to Treviscoe, when I was influenced to change my mind. I was curious to know what old Peter had to say. I was careless as to what he intended doing in relation to the moneys I owed him, but I wondered what schemes the old man had in his mind. Why did he want to see me? It would do no harm to ride to his house. I wanted occupation, excitement, and the ride would be enjoyable.
"Very well," I said, "if I do not see your master before you do, tell him I will follow you directly."
"Yes, sur," and without another word the man mounted the horse and rode away.
I ate a hearty19 breakfast, and before long felt in a gay mood. True the old home was dear to me, but the thought of being free from anxious care as to how I might meet my creditors20 was pleasant. I made plans as to where I should go, and what steps I should first take in winning a fortune. The spirit of adventure was upon me, and I laughed aloud. In a few days Cornwall should know me no more. I would go to London; when there nothing should be impossible to a man of thirty-two.
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I spoke21 pleasantly to Daniel, the old serving-man, and my laughter became infectious. A few seconds later the kitchen maids had caught my humour. Then my mood changed, for I felt a twinge of pain at telling them they must leave the old place. Some of them had lived there long years, and they would ill-brook the thought of seeking new service. They had served the family faithfully too, and ought to be pensioned liberally instead of being sent penniless into the world.
A little later I was riding furiously toward Treviscoe. The place was a good many miles from Trevanion, but I reached it in a little more than an hour. I found old Peter and his son eagerly awaiting me.
"Glad to see you, Roger, glad to see you," said the old man.
"Why did you send for me?" I asked.
"I'll tell you directly. John, take some wine in the library."
The servant departed to do his bidding, and I followed the two Trevisas into the library.
"Sit down by the fire, Roger, lad; that's it. First of all we'll drink each other's health in the best wine I have in my cellar. This is a special occasion, Roger."
"Doubtless, a special occasion," I replied; "but no wine for me at present. I want to keep my head cool in talking with such as you. What do you want of me?"
"Let's not be hasty, Roger," said old Peter, eyeing me keenly, while young Peter drew his chair to a spot where his face was shaded, but[Pg 17] from which he could see me plainly. "Let's be friendly."
"I'm in no humour to be friendly," was my rejoinder. "Tell me why you have wished me to come to you?"
"I would have come to you, but I had a twinge of gout this morning, and was not able to travel. I wanted to see you on an important matter, my dear lad."
"Will you drop all such honeyed phrases, Peter Trevisa," I said angrily. "I know you lent money to my father on Trevanion. I know I have been a fool since I came into possession. Last night I lost my head. Well, Prideaux shall be paid, and you will take the rest. I quite expect this, and am prepared for it."
"Prideaux has been paid," laughed the old man.
"In cash?"
"Aye, that he has."
"Who paid him?"
"I did."
"Oh, I see. You wanted the bone all to yourself, did you," I cried angrily. "Well, some dogs are like that. But it makes no difference to me. Do your worst."
"You remember this," he said, holding up the piece of paper I had given to Prideaux the night before.
"I was mad when I wrote it," I replied, "but I remember it well. How did it come into your hands?"
"Prideaux has very fine notions about honour," remarked old Peter. "He did not like taking [Pg 18]advantage of it, and yet he knew that you as a Trevanion would insist on his doing so."
"Well?"
"Well, Roger lad, seeing I have the Trevanion deeds, I thought I might as well have this too. So I offered him money down, and he was pleased to arrange the matter that way. He has made the thing over to me."
"Let's see it—his writing ought to be on it to that effect."
"It is; aye, it is."
"Then let me look at it."
"No, Roger. This paper is very precious to me. I dare not let you have it. You might destroy it then."
"Peter Trevisa," I cried, "did ever a Trevanion do a trick like that?"
"No, but you are in a tight corner, and——"
"Listen, you chattering22 old fool," I cried angrily. "If I wished, I could squeeze the life out of the bodies of both of you and take the paper from you before any one could come to your aid. But that's not my way; give it me."
"I'll trust you, Roger; here it is."
I looked at the paper. I saw my own promise and signature; underneath23 it was stated that the money had been paid by Peter Trevisa, and signed "Edward Prideaux."
I flung it at him. "There," I said, "you've forged the last link in your chain now. I am quite prepared for what I have no doubt you will do. Trevanion is yours. Well, have it; may it bring you as much joy as it has brought me."
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"You misjudge me," cried old Peter. "You misjudge both me and my son. True, Trevanion would be a fine place for my lad, but then I should not like to drive you away from your old home. All the Trevanions would turn in their graves if any one else lived there. I want to be your friend. I desire to help you on to your feet again."
"Wind!" I cried. "Trust you to help any man!"
"Listen to what my father has to say," cried young Peter. "You will see that we both wish to be friendly."
His face was partly hidden; nevertheless I saw the curious light shining from his eyes. He was undersized, this young Peter, just as his father was. A foxy expression was on his face, and his mouth betrayed his nature. He was cunning and sensual. His was not unlike a monkey's face. His forehead receded24, his lips were thick, his ears large.
"Roger Trevanion, my lad, there is no reason why you should have to leave your old home. Nay25, there is no reason why you should not be better off than you have been. That is why I got this paper from Edward Prideaux."
Old Peter spoke slowly, looking at me from the corner of his eyes.
"You want me to do something," I said after a minute's silence.
"Ah, Roger," laughed the old man, "how quickly you jump at conclusions."
"It will not do, Peter Trevisa," I cried. "You have Trevanion. Well, make the most of it. I[Pg 20] shall not be sorry to be away from the county. The thought that everything has really belonged to you has hung like a millstone around my neck. I am not going to fetch and carry for you."
"But if you had the deeds back. If I burnt this paper. If the estate were unencumbered. What then?"
"You know it will not be. Trust you to give up your pound of flesh."
"You do me an injustice," replied old Peter, with a semblance26 of righteous indignation. "What right have you to say this? Have I been hard on you. Have I dunned you for your money."
"No; but you have lost no opportunity of letting me know that the place belongs to you."
"That was natural, very natural. I wanted to put a check on your extravagance."
I laughed in his face, for I knew this to be a lie.
"Roger Trevanion," cried young Peter, "my father is a merciful man. He has your welfare at heart. He is old too. Is it manly27 to mock old age."
"Let there be an end of this," I cried. "I begin to see why you have brought me here. I knew you had some deep-laid plans or I would not have come. It is always interesting to know what such as you think. Well, let's know what it is."
For the moment I seemed master of the situation. An outsider would have imagined them in my power instead of I being in theirs. Especially did young Peter look anxious.
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"I am sure we can trust Roger," said the old man. "When a Trevanion gives his word he has never been known to break it."
"But they are learning to be careful how to give their word," I retorted.
Peter looked uneasy. "But if I ask you to keep what I tell you a secret, you will promise, Roger?"
"I ask for no confidences," I replied.
"You said just now that we wanted you to do something," said young Peter. "You guessed rightly. If you do not feel inclined to do what we ask you, you will of course respect anything we may tell you?"
"That is but fair," was my answer.
"You promise, then?" cried old Peter.
"If I honourably28 can," I replied.
For a few seconds both men were silent; then old Peter began to speak again.
"Roger Trevanion," he said, "you know that I hold the deeds of Trevanion; you know that you are entirely29 at my mercy."
"Well enough."
"You would like to remain at Trevanion? You, a Trevanion, would not like to be an outcast, a mere30 vagrant31, a landless gipsy."
"I don't care much," I replied. "I should be free; and I would rather be landless than be supposed to own the land, while everything practically belonged to you. I've told you this before. Why make me say it again?"
"But you would like the deeds back. You would like to live at the old home with plenty of money?"
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"You know I would. Why mock me?"
"You would do a great deal in order that this might come to pass."
"What do you want?"
We had come back to the same point again, and again old Peter hesitated.
"You know Restormel?" he said at length.
"Restormel Castle, up by Lostwithiel?" I asked.
"No; Restormel in the parish of St. Miriam, a few miles north from here?"
"Oh, yes, I know."
"What do you know?"
Both old Peter and young Peter spoke in the same breath; both spoke eagerly, too—anxiously in fact.
"What is rumoured32 by certain gossips," I replied. "I expect there is no truth in it."
"But what have you heard?"
"It is said that the estate belongs to a chit of a maid," I replied; "that the maid's mother died at her birth, and that her father, Godfrey Molesworth, did not long survive her. That he was broken-hearted. That everything was left to a mere baby."
"But what became of the baby?"
"I know not. I have heard that she has never been seen on the place, although her father has been dead wellnigh twenty years. That the rents are paid to Colman Killigrew who lives at Endellion Castle, and who is a godless old savage34. Rumour33 says that he claims to be the maid's guardian35. But of this I am ignorant. He lives full fifty miles from here, and I know nothing of him."
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"That is all you have heard?"
"That is all I can remember at present."
"You have never seen the maid?"
"No. Who has? Stay; I have heard she was placed in a convent school. Old Killigrew is a Catholic, I suppose."
"I'll tell you more, Roger Trevanion. Colman Killigrew has been fattening36 on the Restormel lands for wellnigh twenty years. He hath kept the maid, Nancy Molesworth, a prisoner. In a few months she will be twenty-one. He intends marrying her to one of his sons. She hates the whole tribe of Killigrews, but he cares nothing for that. He is determined37; you can guess why."
"Yes, such things are common. But what is that to me? I know nothing of the maid, Nancy Molesworth; I do not care. Let the Killigrews marry her; let them possess Restormel."
"My son Peter hath seen the maid, Roger."
"Ah! How?"
"He had to pay a visit in the neighbourhood of Endellion Castle, and he saw her by chance."
"Spoke he to her?"
"No, he did not; she did not see him. She is kept a close prisoner, but my Peter hath lost his heart."
I turned and looked at young Peter, and his face looked more monkeyish than ever. A simpering smile played around his protruding38 mouth. His eyes shone like those of a weazel.
"Well," I said, "what is this to me?"
"This, Roger Trevanion. I want that maid, Nancy Molesworth, brought here to Treviscoe. I[Pg 24] want to save her from those Papist savages39 who would bring ruin upon the maid and upon the country."
"That's nothing to me," I replied; "I avoid women. They are all alike—all cruel, all selfish, all false as hell. Why tell your plans to me?"
"Because," cried young Peter, "if you will bring the sweet maid, Nancy Molesworth, to Treviscoe, you shall have the Trevanion deeds back. I will destroy this paper you gave to Prideaux, and we will forgive a large part of the money you have had from us." And he named a fairly liberal sum.
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