‘What paper?’
‘Who is it who talks about woman’s curiosity?’
‘Let me see it.’
‘Well, sir, if you must know, it is the Financial Whisper.’
‘Where in the world did you get it?’
‘I knew that the Montresors took a financial paper. I remember Mrs. Montresor saying once how dreadfully dry it was. So when you were gone I sent Jemima round and borrowed it, and I have read it right through to see if there was anything about our mine in it—our mine, Frank; does it not sound splendid?’
‘Well, is there anything?’
She clapped her hands with delight.
‘Yes, there is. “This prosperous mine—” that is what it says. Look here, it is under the heading of Australian Notes,’ she held out the paper and pointed, but his face fell as he looked.
‘O Maude, it’s preposterous.’