But if ever Wheal Danes is mine--" Richard hesitated a moment, while the landlord devoured him with his eyes.
"Well," cried he, impatiently, "what then ?" "I am willing to make over to you, as soon as I come of age, by deed, all interest that I may have in it--on one condition." "Make over Wheal Danes to me by deed! What! at my own price ?" "For nothing; you shall have it for a free gift." "But the condition?
What is it that you want of me that is not money ?" "I want permission from you, Mr.Trevethick, to wed, that is--for I would not speak of love without your leave--to woo your daughter." "To wed my daughter!" cried Trevethick, starting from his seat; "my Harry!" "I say provided that my suit is not displeasing to her," answered Richard, not without a tremor in his voice, for the old man's face was terrible to look upon.

Hatred and Wrath were struggling there with Avarice, and had the upper hand.
He rocked himself to and fro, then answered, in a stifled voice, "My daughter's hand is already promised, young man." "It may be so, Mr.Trevethick, but not by her, I think; and that her heart has not been given to the man you have designed for her is certain.

You may see that for yourself." "I tell you I have passed my word to Solomon Coe that she shall be his wife," returned the other, gloomily, "and I am not one to go back from a bargain." "One can only promise what is in one's power," urged Richard; "your daughter's heart is not yours to give.

In backing this man's suit you have already redeemed your word to him.

If he has failed to win her affections--and I think he has--let me try my chance.