“Mr Penwynn,” said Geoffrey, warmly, “you ought not to speak to me like that after the letter you say you have had. But now, sir, suppose we proceed to business?”
“Exactly?” said Mr Penwynn, drawing his chair a little nearer.
“The fact is, Mr Trethick—this in confidence, mind, and for the present I don’t want to appear in the matter at all—I have been offered at a price a mine over which two or three companies have failed. I want to know whether it is worth my while to buy that mine, and I am going to act upon your Report.”
“A tin-mine?” said Geoffrey.
“Yes; a disused mine.”
“Not Wheal Carnac?”
“Yes, Wheal Carnac,” said Mr Penwynn, starting. “What of it?”
“Buy it!” said Geoffrey, sharply.
“Buy it?” said Mr Penwynn, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“What I say,” said Geoffrey, eagerly; “buy it.”