Trevethlan: A Cornish Story. Volume 2 (of 3)Watson, William Davy
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Trevethlan: A Cornish Story. Volume 2 (of 3)
Watson, William Davy
Cornwall (England : County) -- Fiction
And it was with pleasure she learnt that Randolph and his sister had
returned to their ancestral home. Much speculation was afloat concerning
them; and though people generally knew the family disagreement, and
refrained from alluding to them in Mrs. Pendarrel's presence, slight
hints fell inadvertently at times; and some mean minds, little knowing
the nature of her they addressed, uttered a passing sarcasm upon their
poverty, with the notion that it would be agreeable. But to Mildred the
mere mention of their name was a source of interest; and in her rural
walks she would sometimes inquire concerning them of the country folk,
and speculate on the possibility of meeting Randolph on her way.
To her mother their presence was not equally agreeable. She was far from
anxious for any such rencontre. She too well remembered the emotion
displayed by Mildred at Mrs. Winston's. She learnt, with regret, that
the orphans did not lead so absolutely sequestered a life as before
their father's death; but availed themselves of the removal of the
restriction which then confined their walks to the precincts of the
castle and the sea coast, and made themselves in some measure acquainted
with the wild scenery surrounding their native bay. She did not like the
idea of being so near them, just at the time when Sinson's machinations
were about to explode. And with a different interest she heard of the
state of feeling manifested pretty openly by the tenantry of Trevethlan,
and desired her protégé to come to Pendarrel as soon as he should be
released from attendance on Mr. Truby. She wished to have more precise
information of what passed in the castle and its dependent hamlet, and
summoned her retainer to resume his original occupation.
CHAPTER IV.
Tu ne quæsieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi
Finem Di dederint, Leuconoc; nec Babylonios
Tentaris numeros. Ut melius, quidquid erit, pati!
Hor.
Seek not to know, it is not given,
The end for us ordained by Heaven;
Nor be by fortune-tellers lured:
What can't be cured, is best endured.
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