I turned and looked at young Peter, and his face looked more monkeyish than ever. A simpering smile played around his protruding 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 want to save her from those Papist savages 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. CHAPTER III. CROSSING THE RUBICON. I must confess to being startled by this proposal. I had not foreseen it. That I should have to do with any woman formed no part of my plans. As I have said, I hated women; I had not forgotten the lesson I had learnt as a lad. Hence the suddenness of his proposal took me somewhat aback. But I did not betray my feelings. Instead I walked quietly around the room, occasionally glancing at the two men who watched me closely. "If I refuse to do this," I said presently, "you will of course make good your claims on Trevanion?" Both nodded. "And if I consent, you will in payment for my services destroy the paper I gave to Prideaux, give me back the deeds, and forgive the amount you mentioned?" "I will have papers drawn up to that effect," replied old Peter in honeyed tones. "I will always be a friend to you, and render you any little services in my power. You are but thirty-two. Think what a gay life you could live!" I saw what was in his mind. He thought I should continue my spendthrift habits, and that as a natural consequence he would soon possess the deeds again. But I said nothing. There was no need that I should. Besides at that moment I felt a great desire to stay at Trevanion, and I formed a resolution that if ever I got the deeds, I would never let them go out of my possession again. The matter required thinking about; and heedless of the inquiries I still paced Treviscoe library, trying the while to read the two Trevisas' motives, and understand the whole bearings of the case. I was not long in forming conclusions. "The Restormel estates are valuable, I suppose?" I said at length. "There is some very good land on it," replied old Peter. "Molesworth harbour is in it." "Just so; and you mean that young Peter should marry this maid?" I continued. "And what then?" cried old Peter. "That's naught to you. You hate all women, you say. You care not what may become of her if you have your deeds back, and become a prosperous man?" "No!" I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "I care not"; and yet I felt uneasy, I knew not why. "Besides the maid hates the Killigrews, hates 'em!"