"Only think of it, now! Squire selling eggs like a common dairyman!" "Squire don’t sell ’em; ’tis me, and I take Mistress the money. Sometimes it come to two or three shilling a week, but the hens don’t lay in winter, and then I sell sides o’ pork and chitterlings." "Well, run away now, boy—Sam Pollex, did you say? What a funny name! And mind you don’t lose the money." Sam went away all aglow with admiration of the sweet looks of the maid-servant, and told Mrs. Trevanion how kindly she had spoken to him. He was seized with a terrible depression of spirits when he left his mistress’s presence. "Never go there again to sell eggs, or anything else, Sam," she said firmly. "Your master will be very angry with you if he hears of it. Here is the money. Take it to your father, and mind you never do such a thing again." Sam, with a rueful face, told Dick what had happened. "I should think not, indeed," said Dick indignantly. "If I catch you going inside the gates of the Dower House grounds again I’ll break your head, young Sam; you remember it." For several days the Squire scarcely left the house. Then he happened to meet John Trevanion riding along the road. The supplanter swept off his hat with a mocking salutation, but the Squire passed him without a sign of recognition. A day or two later Sir Bevil Portharvan, owner of an estate some miles distant, rode over to the Towers. "Ah, Trevanion," he said to the Squire, "how d’ye do? ’Tis only yesterday I heard that your cousin was the purchaser of the bonds I held. It must be a great comfort to you that the property has not gone out of the family." "Let me tell you, once for all, Sir Bevil," cried the Squire, his cheeks red with anger, "that the owner of the Dower House is a stranger to me. I will not speak to him, nor look at him, and I don’t care who knows it." "Dear me, I am sorry," said the astonished visitor. "I had no idea of it, or, believe me, Trevanion, I would never——" "Enough, Sir Bevil. I have no grudge against you. You have been very long-suffering; I thank you for it; but I would have given you my property rather than it should fall into the hands of its present owner. I say no more." And Sir Bevil told his friends that old Trevanion was growing very crusty, and it was a pity to see such paltry envy in a man of his years. CHAPTER THE FOURTH The Cave of Seals Some few days afterwards, Mr. Mildmay, visiting the Towers once more, chanced to mention that as he passed St. Cuby’s Cove in his cutter he had seen a couple of seals disporting themselves in the shallow water under the cliff. The conversation passed at once to other matters, but next morning Dick told Sam what the lieutenant had said, and suggested that they should go seal-hunting. Sam was nothing loth, and promised to accompany his young master as soon as he had fed the poultry and cleaned out the sties.