And you can let my
man have his dinner and a pint of beer. Oh, I forgot: I'm my own man
this morning, so you needn't go asking for him. Now, will you remember
all these things?"
"Yes, sir; but what would you like for luncheon?"
"My good girl, we should like a thousand things such as Tintagel never
saw, but what you've got to do is to give us the nicest things you've
got: do you see? I leave it entirely in your hands. Come along, young
people."
And so he bundled his charges out again into the main street of the
village; and somehow it happened that Mabyn addressed a timid remark
to Mrs. Trelyon, and that Mrs. Trelyon, in answering it, stopped for
a moment; so that Master Harry was sent to Wenna's side, and these two
led the way down the wide thoroughfare. There were few people visible
in the old-fashioned place: here and there an aged crone came out to
the door of one of the rude stone cottages to look at the strangers.
Overhead the sky was veiled over with a thin fleece of white cloud,
but the light was intense for all that, and indeed the colors of the
objects around seemed all the more clear and marked.
"Well, Miss Wenna," said the young man gayly, "how long are we to
remain good friends? What is the next fault you will have to find with
me? Or have you discovered something wrong already?"
"Oh no," she said with a quiet smile, "I am very good friends with you
this morning. You have pleased your mother very much by bringing her
for this drive.
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