He Knew He Was Right

He Knew He Was Right

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HE KNEW HE WAS RIGHT

CHAPTER I
SHEWING HOW WRATH BEGAN
When Louis Trevelyan was twenty-four years old, he had all the world
before him where to choose; and, among other things, he chose to go to
the Mandarin Islands, and there fell in love with Emily Rowley, the
daughter of Sir Marmaduke, the governor. Sir Marmaduke Rowley, at
this period of his life, was a respectable middle-aged public servant, in
good repute, who had, however, as yet achieved for himself neither an
exalted position nor a large fortune. He had been governor of many
islands, and had never lacked employment; and now, at the age of fifty,
found himself at the Mandarins, with a salary of 3,000 pounds a year,
living in a temperature at which 80 in the shade is considered to be cool,
with eight daughters, and not a shilling saved. A governor at the
Mandarins who is social by nature and hospitable on principle, cannot
save money in the islands even on 3,000 pounds a year when he has
eight daughters. And at the Mandarins, though hospitality is a duty, the
gentlemen who ate Sir Rowley's dinners were not exactly the men
whom he or Lady Rowley desired to welcome to their bosoms as
sons-in-law. Nor when Mr Trevelyan came that way, desirous of seeing
everything in the somewhat indefinite course of his travels, had Emily
Rowley, the eldest of the flock, then twenty years of age, seen as yet
any Mandariner who exactly came up to her fancy. And, as Louis

Trevelyan was a remarkably handsome young man, who was well
connected, who had been ninth wrangler at Cambridge, who had
already published a volume of poems, and who possessed 3,000 pounds
a year of his own, arising from various perfectly secure investments, he
was not forced to sigh long in vain. Indeed, the Rowleys, one and all,
felt that providence had been very good to them in sending young
Trevelyan on his travels in that direction, for he seemed to be a very
pearl among men. Both Sir Marmaduke and Lady Rowley felt that
there might be objections to such a marriage as that proposed to them,
raised by the Trevelyan family. Lady Rowley would not have liked her
daughter to go to England, to be received with cold looks by strangers.
But it soon appeared that there was no one to make objections. Louis,
the lover, had no living relative nearer than cousins. His father, a
barrister of repute, had died a widower, and had left the money which
he had made to an only child. The head of the family was a first cousin
who lived in Cornwall on a moderate property, a very good sort of
stupid fellow, as Louis said, who would be quite indifferent as to any
marriage that his cousin might make. No man could be more
independent or more clearly justified in pleasing himself than was this
lover. And then he himself proposed that the second daughter, Nora,
should come and live with them in London. What a lover to fall
suddenly from the heavens into such a dovecote!
'I haven't a penny-piece to give either of them,' said Sir Rowley.
'It is my idea that girls should not have fortunes,' said Trevelyan. 'At
any rate, I am quite sure