Will you come into the inn?"
"And leave my horses? No," he said, good-naturedly. "But as soon as I
get that fellow out, I will; so you go in at once, and I'll follow you
directly. And mind, Wenna, don't you be so silly again, or you and I
may have a real quarrel; and I know that would break your heart."
The old pleased smile lit up her face again as she turned and went
in-doors: he meanwhile proceeded to summon a hostler by shouting his
name at the pitch of his voice.
The small party of women assembled in the parlor were a trifle
embarrassed: it was the first time that the great lady of the
neighborhood had honored the inn with a visit. She herself was merely
quiet, gentle and pleased, but Mrs. Rosewarne, with her fine eyes and
her sensitive face all lit up and quickened by, the novel excitement,
was all anxiety to amuse and interest and propitiate her distinguished
guest. Mabyn, too, was rather shy and embarrassed: she said things
hastily, and then seemed afraid of her interference. 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. Harry Trelyon came into
the room with quite a marked freshness and good-nature on his face.
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