“No, thanks, no,” said his visitor.
“There, mind this, boy, get me shares, and get some yourself, but keep it secret from every one.”
“I’ll help you if I can,” said Geoffrey, “for old acquaintance’ sake; but your promise of news comes too late.”
“Nay, nay, we’ll see, we’ll see,” said the old man. “But look here, Master Trethick, are you going to marry that gal?”
“What, Miss Mullion? No.”
“Ho!” said the old man, gruffly.
“Now, Trethick,” came from above; and Geoffrey hastily made his way up the rugged steps to where the doctor was waking.
“How is she?” he cried eagerly.
“Better: going on well,” said the doctor, shortly.
“And in no danger?”