"That, too, must be investigated," he said quietly; "but still you have not told me Trevisa's object in asking you to bring Mistress Molesworth here."
"It was this secret, my lord. He thought she was base like himself. He believed she would be glad to wed his son when he placed his case before her."
"And she, of course, refused?"
"Yes, my lord."
Hugh Boscawen seemed to be thinking for a few seconds, then he said quietly:
"Yes, Mistress Molesworth shall accompany me to Tregothnan until the matter be investigated, and you, Trevanion, must go to your old home. Trevisa hath not complied with the usual formalities in calling in the mortgages, hence the place is still yours."
"No, no; it is mine, my lord," cried old Peter.
"It is my advice, my wish that you go there, Trevanion, and you have the right."
"And I, my lord?" remarked Otho, who had been listening intently, "may I be privileged to know where I am to go?"