every one of them."

"But I thought Mr Mervyn--"

"Mr Mervyn's as good and kind a gentleman as ever lived, and he's
wanted to learn me all sort of things; but I can't take to them--I
can't, indeed, sir. Then there's Polly: she's at a fine school, and,
poor lass, she's miserable, and writes to me how glad she'll be to get
away. It's all wrong, sir. What's the good of a horse to a man as
can't ride, or a yacht to a man as can't sail it? I've got Penreife,
and I go in and out of it feeling quite ashamed-like, just as if I was a
fish out of water. I tell you, Master Dick, upon my sivvy, what with
feeling uncomfortable about ousting you, and being sneered at on the
sly, and bothered with the company and invitations, and hints to dress
different, and learn this, and learn that, I haven't had a happy day
since you left. I don't like it, and I don't want it. Damn the
estate!--there!"

"Why, my dear fellow, you'll soon get used to it if you make up your
mind. Why, you're in your old keeper's clothes."

"Of course I am. Why shouldn't I be? There's no one up here I know, so
I thought I'd be comfortable-like, and I thought--I thought I should be
better in them to come and see you. And now, sir, how's it with you?"

"Oh, pretty well, Humphrey. I've got the command of a schooner, and I'm
going on a voyage to India."

"No, no--don't go, Master Dick--don't. Come down into Cornwall again."

Richard shook his head.

"Nonsense, sir; why, lookye here. Here am I, Humphrey Lloyd--"

"Trevor," said Richard.

"Hang the name!" said Humphrey, "it's always bothering me. I more often
sign Lloyd than Trevor, which is about the awkwardest name there ever
was to write. Ah, Master Dick, it was a bad day's work for me when
there was that change."

"Nonsense, man."

"Ah, but it was; and I tell you what: if it wasn't for my darling little
lassie, I should take to drinking to drown my cares--But, look here,
Master Richard--they wanted me to take that name, too--Richard--but I
wouldn't stand that. Well, look here, sir, why don't you come down, and
put your foot in the old place again? What's being born got to do with
it? We couldn't help being born; we didn't want to be, I dessay; and we
couldn't help what they did with us in our cradles."

"Of course not, Humphrey."

"Well, look here, sir; you grew into a gentleman, I grew into a common
man. Well, then, what's stupider than trying to make me what I didn't
grow into, a