Synopsis

“H’m! ah! yes! of course! ‘Clever young engineer—thoroughly scientific—may be worth your while.’ Geoffrey Trethick! Cornishman by descent, of course.” “It sounds like a Cornishman, papa.” “Yes, my dear, Rundell and Sharp say they have sent me a paragon. Only another adventurer.” “Poor fellow?” said Rhoda Penwynn, in a low whisper. “What’s that?” said the first speaker, looking up sharply from his letters to where his daughter sat at the head of his handsomely-furnished breakfast-table.