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.