Chapter Twenty Six.
A Night at the Mine.
As Geoffrey rattled the garden gate he heard a rustle at one of the windows, and, looking up, there was Madge ready to welcome him with a smile.
“Oh! you’re there, are you, madam,” he said to himself. “How are you?”
He nodded to her civilly enough, and was going on to the house, when from out of the look-out there came a rough “Hallo!”
“Hallo, old gentleman!” said Geoffrey, and, turning aside, he entered the summer-house, where Uncle Paul sat smoking, cane in hand, with which he pointed up towards the window where Madge had been.
“Why didn’t you kiss your hand at her, eh?” snarled Uncle Paul.
“Didn’t think of it, old fellow,” replied Geoffrey, coolly.