“Severe enough to make you repent it to the last day of your life,” said the Major, shortly.
“I hope not. Money is not worth so much repentance.”
“But you talk as if you really meant to do this, Pendarve,” said the Major, warmly.
“I do. I have quite made up my mind.”
Gwyn looked at his father, with his eyes flashing with excitement.
“My dear Pendarve, I implore you not to do so for that boy’s sake,” cried the Major.
“It is for his sake I am going to venture upon what seems to me a very safe piece of business.”
“No, no; a wild-goose chase, sir.”
“Mining is not so reckless as that, if carried out on business principles, my dear Jollivet.”
“There, we shall never agree. But in the name of all that is sensible, why did you come to me?”