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The Worshipful Master.
It was arranged on the regatta day that they were to go on board the Guinevere , which was anchored near the schooner doing duty as committee boat , and which was far too large to enter for any of the races , and see the start from there of the ten-ton yachts . Our friend Diggory VVroath , another Cornishman , who had been down for
a holiday at Newquay , just rising into note as a watering-place , came over for the day to see the regatta , and was much astonished and pleased to meet his two brethren of the mystic tie . " By Jove , old man , " he said , as they all strolled off to the quay to wait for the yacht's boat to put off for them , and he was introduced to Miss Penhaligon and her mother , " By Jove , old man , you never told me you had such a pretty cousin . I ' m a gone coon . "
" You ' re a jackass . " " Sir ! I'd have you remember— " "Well , my dear fellow , I ' m not likely to forget what Conrad or Boraeliio said to Dogberry . " " Well ? " " That you are an ass . " " I ' m inclined to think you are right , " Diggory said , gravely , strolling
away to look at an old conventual building of the fourteenth century , with its beautiful stone mullioned windows and fine old doorways , sadly wanting restoration . " I believe I am an ass , " he said , looking wistfully at the beautiful , girl standing on the quay , talking to her cousin . Lord Esme gave a lunch on board the Guinevere , and cordially invited Wroath to join the party , which consisted of the Rector and his wife and daughter , young Dr . Penhaligon and his fair cousin ' s friend Miss Rowatt , and a Miss Pentreath .
Lord . Esme was unlike most younger sons , for he was wealthy . His mother was a countess in her own right , and her title and estates would descend to him on her death . Neither Asellya nor her mother , however , were awareof this . They were a merry party on board , and as the champagne went round freely , the worthy Rector grew more and more consequential and bombastic , and aired his antiquarian knowledge for the benefit of all concerned , and
particularly of the young lordling , whom he was very desirous of impressing with his learning . He was great at anecdotes and conundrums , but wanted the attention of the whole table to himself when he proposed to enlighten the audience with the benefit of his wit and wisdom . Lord Esme Earsden sat at the head of the table , of course , Miss Penhaligon on his right , and Miss Rowatt on his left . Onr friend Diggory sat next
Assellya , and , we may be sure , lost no opportunity of ingratiating himself with so charming a woman as she was . Her cousin sat next Miss Rowatt , and then the Rector , Miss Pentreath being next him , and then Mrs . Penhaligon .
homebody had been speaking about the beautiful church of iSt . Mervin , and Lord Esme had noticed the lofty waggon-headed roof , with its carved ribs and bosses , some containing the Sacred Heart surrounded by the Crown of Thorns ; curious interwoven emblems of three christian virtues , Faith , Hope , and Charity ; the mysterious letters H and N in the centre of the roof ; not to mention the fifty angels with outspread wings , and shields on their breasts , containing the armorial bearings of all the great families connected with the
ancient town since the time of the Conquest . " Your lordship will pardon me but I tnink you said waggon-headed roof ? The term is a misnomer . " " Indeed , " said Miss Penhaligon , " Lord Esme is right , papa ; at least , I have seen such a roof described in architectural works as waggon-headed . " _ " Possibly , my dear , " said the Rector , now on his hobby , in his stentorian voice ; " but the architects are all wrong . You must know , my lord , that on this sea-bound coast the ancient builders , who it can be proved were some of 2 F
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The Worshipful Master.
It was arranged on the regatta day that they were to go on board the Guinevere , which was anchored near the schooner doing duty as committee boat , and which was far too large to enter for any of the races , and see the start from there of the ten-ton yachts . Our friend Diggory VVroath , another Cornishman , who had been down for
a holiday at Newquay , just rising into note as a watering-place , came over for the day to see the regatta , and was much astonished and pleased to meet his two brethren of the mystic tie . " By Jove , old man , " he said , as they all strolled off to the quay to wait for the yacht's boat to put off for them , and he was introduced to Miss Penhaligon and her mother , " By Jove , old man , you never told me you had such a pretty cousin . I ' m a gone coon . "
" You ' re a jackass . " " Sir ! I'd have you remember— " "Well , my dear fellow , I ' m not likely to forget what Conrad or Boraeliio said to Dogberry . " " Well ? " " That you are an ass . " " I ' m inclined to think you are right , " Diggory said , gravely , strolling
away to look at an old conventual building of the fourteenth century , with its beautiful stone mullioned windows and fine old doorways , sadly wanting restoration . " I believe I am an ass , " he said , looking wistfully at the beautiful , girl standing on the quay , talking to her cousin . Lord Esme gave a lunch on board the Guinevere , and cordially invited Wroath to join the party , which consisted of the Rector and his wife and daughter , young Dr . Penhaligon and his fair cousin ' s friend Miss Rowatt , and a Miss Pentreath .
Lord . Esme was unlike most younger sons , for he was wealthy . His mother was a countess in her own right , and her title and estates would descend to him on her death . Neither Asellya nor her mother , however , were awareof this . They were a merry party on board , and as the champagne went round freely , the worthy Rector grew more and more consequential and bombastic , and aired his antiquarian knowledge for the benefit of all concerned , and
particularly of the young lordling , whom he was very desirous of impressing with his learning . He was great at anecdotes and conundrums , but wanted the attention of the whole table to himself when he proposed to enlighten the audience with the benefit of his wit and wisdom . Lord Esme Earsden sat at the head of the table , of course , Miss Penhaligon on his right , and Miss Rowatt on his left . Onr friend Diggory sat next
Assellya , and , we may be sure , lost no opportunity of ingratiating himself with so charming a woman as she was . Her cousin sat next Miss Rowatt , and then the Rector , Miss Pentreath being next him , and then Mrs . Penhaligon .
homebody had been speaking about the beautiful church of iSt . Mervin , and Lord Esme had noticed the lofty waggon-headed roof , with its carved ribs and bosses , some containing the Sacred Heart surrounded by the Crown of Thorns ; curious interwoven emblems of three christian virtues , Faith , Hope , and Charity ; the mysterious letters H and N in the centre of the roof ; not to mention the fifty angels with outspread wings , and shields on their breasts , containing the armorial bearings of all the great families connected with the
ancient town since the time of the Conquest . " Your lordship will pardon me but I tnink you said waggon-headed roof ? The term is a misnomer . " " Indeed , " said Miss Penhaligon , " Lord Esme is right , papa ; at least , I have seen such a roof described in architectural works as waggon-headed . " _ " Possibly , my dear , " said the Rector , now on his hobby , in his stentorian voice ; " but the architects are all wrong . You must know , my lord , that on this sea-bound coast the ancient builders , who it can be proved were some of 2 F