But Solomon rose, and, with a frown, seemed to be asking of Trevethick the reason of this unexpected intrusion.
"This is a friend of Mr.Whymper's," said the landlord, setting down the sherry on the table; "and therefore, I am sure, the friend of all of us.
That's my daughter Harry, Sir; and that" (and here he grinned) "is Solomon Coe, a very intimate friend of hers--as you may see.

We are a family party, in fact, or shall be some day; so, pray, make yourself at home." "I have seen Mr.Coe before," said Richard, frankly, and shaking that gentleman's unwilling hand; "and, though he took me for a bagman, I bear him no malice on that account." "A bagman! Lor, Sol, what could you ha' been thinking about ?" laughed Trevethick, grimly.

"Why, this here gentleman has been stopping at Crompton with the Squire! But you mustn't mind Sol, Sir; his mind ain't free just Well, Harry, lass, why don't you get up and shake hands with the gentleman ?" "I have seen this young lady before, also," explained Richard.

"It was she who was good enough to get me the key of the castle, which I have just returned, by-the-by, to your father," he added.
Harry gave him a look which showed him that his second pilgrimage up the rock was not unappreciated.
"Did you see the chapel, Sir, and the tombs ?" inquired she.
"I hardly know, indeed," said Richard.

"It was the climb itself that I enjoyed the most, and shall never forget as long as I live." "Oh, but you must go properly over our ruins, young gentleman," said Trevethick, with the air of a proprietor.