human
Well! what the devil is all this about?
gpt
I'll tell you, sir, said Trelyon, quite respectfully and quite firmly:
human
I wished to marry your daughter Wenna--
gpt
And why couldn't you do that in Eglosilyan, instead of making a fool of everybody all round?
human
Oh, dada, Mabyn cried,
gpt
Hold your tongue, Mabyn, her father said.
human
You'd drive a windmill with your talk.
gpt
But what she says is true enough, Trelyon said.
human
Roscorla has a claim on her: this was my only chance, and I took it. Now look here, Mr. Rosewarne: you've a right to be angry and all that--perhaps you are--but what good will it do you to see Wenna left to marry Roscorla?
gpt
What good will it do me? said George Rosewarne pettishly.
human
I don't care which of you she marries.
gpt
Then you'll let us go on, dada? Mabyn cried.
human
Will you come with us? Oh, do come with us! We're only going to Plymouth.
gpt
I like that! he cried.
human
Asking a man to help his daughter to run away from his own house! It's my impression, my young mistress, that you're at the bottom of all this nonsense. Come, come! enough of it, Trelyon: be a sensible fellow, and turn your horses round. Why, the notion of going to Plymouth at this time o' night!
gpt
Oh yes: pray let us go back.
human
You know what you are going to, then?
gpt
Come, come, said her father:
human
I shouldn't have minded that much,