Trelyon looked pleased and said they were very pretty. She
evidently thought that her son was greatly improved in his manners
when he condescended to gather flowers to present to a girl. Nay, was
he not at this moment devoting a whole forenoon of his precious time
to the unaccustomed task of taking ladies for a drive? Mrs. Trelyon
regarded Wenna with a friendly look, and began to take a greater
liking than ever to that sensitive and expressive face and to the
quiet and earnest eyes.
"But, Mr. Trelyon," said Wenna, looking round, "hadn't we better turn?
We shall be at Trevenna directly."
"Yes, you are quite right," said Master Harry: "you will be at
Trevenna directly, and you are likely to be there for some time. For
Mabyn and I have resolved to have luncheon there, and we are going
down to Tintagel, and we shall most likely climb to King Arthur's
Castle. Have you any objections?"
Wenna had none. The drive through the cool and bright day had braced
up her spirits. She was glad to know that everything looked promising
about this scheme of hers. So she willingly surrendered herself to
the holiday, and in due time they drove into the odd and remote little
village and pulled up in front of the inn.
So soon as the hostler had come to the horses' heads the young
gentleman who had been driving jumped down and assisted his three
companions to alight: then he led the way into the inn. In the doorway
stood a stranger, probably a commercial traveler, who, with his hands
in his pockets, his legs apart and a cigar in his mouth, had been
visiting those three ladies with a very hearty stare as they got out
of the carriage.
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