“I’ve warned you about it, you know,” said the old man, angrily. “Well, have you seen Penwynn?”
“Yes.”
“And what has he got to say?”
“Given the instructions.”
“To go back to London? Well, I’m glad of it; very glad of it.”
“Thank you,” said Geoffrey, lighting his pipe. “No, old gentleman, I’ve got my first job, and now I’m going to work.”
“What, smoking?”
“Yes, engine-fire smoking soon, I hope.”
“What, are you going to spend somebody’s money over a mine?”
“Yes.”