"Sattled," said the old man, holding out a great, gnarled hand, and giving Geoffrey's a tremendous grip. "We don't want the brass, but it pleases her." "And I may come down here and smoke a pipe when I like?" "Ay, ay, my lad, and welcome," said old Prawle. "You'll find the brandy in the locker here, and the key's always up on that ledge of rock yonder in the niche, and the matches are over t'other side there in that one. There's always plenty of wreck-wood for a bit of fire, and I keep the breaker there full of fresh water." "Good," said Geoffrey, smiling. "Then I shall come to-morrow, Father Prawle, and the world may say what it likes." "That for the world!" cried the old man, contemptuously exhaling a great puff of smoke. "The world's called me wrecker, smuggler, and thief. The world has called my bonnie lass there witch. Let it. I'm a rough old fellow, Master Trethick, and I'd ha' knocked you down at one time-- I'd ha' throwed you over the cliff at one time, 'fore I knowed you; but you stood up like a man for my bonnie lass there, and you've said a many kind word to my poor creetur up yonder, and there's my hand." He held out the great gnarled fist again, and Geoffrey took it and had his own tightly gripped. "I don't care for what people say," growled the old fellow. "This place is mine, and I could buy a dozen such if I liked. You're welcome, my lad, as long as you like, and when you care to go I can give you as good a bit o' fishing as a man could have, and as good a drop of brandy and bit of tobacco. As to Mullion's lass, that's no affair o' mine, and I sha'n't make it any affair o' mine; but it's as fine a little youngster as I ever see." Geoffrey's countenance, that had been glowing from the joint effects of the warmth of the fire and old Prawle's hospitable words, grew dark once more; but he sat chatting to the old man for another hour, and then returned to the office by the mine. The next day Carnac society had another shock right to the centre, and Miss Pavey was outraged in her tenderest feelings by the news which she heard, and which she hastened to take to An Morlock, namely, that that wicked young man had now joined poor lost Madge Mullion at the Cove. At night old Mr Paul heard the news as well, as he tottered through the place by the help of his stick, and he went back home, and smoked the first cheroot he had smoked for days, to tell Mrs Mullion; and the news had somewhat the colour of hope in the poor, sad mother's eyes. CHAPTER FORTY FIVE. OAK AND WILLOW. Mr Chynoweth was in very good spirits one morning, for he had composed a letter, offering his hand and fortune to Miss Pavey, entirely to his satisfaction. It was written in a large engrossing hand upon superfine brief paper, and had the legal look that a document of so much importance ought to wear.