“Of course. That’s right. Janet has been looking pale since you went. Come and dine to-night, and don’t let me come in here and catch you behaving in that rude way again.”
“Papa, for shame!” cried Janet, and she hurried out of the room.
The Doctor laughed.
“Well,” he cried eagerly, “what about the mine?—is it good?”
“For your ears only, Doctor,” said Clive, “in confidence?”
“On my honour, my dear boy,” said Dr Praed gravely.
“Then you may invest as much as you like, sir.”
“Not a company dodge?”
“The mine teems with ore, sir. I have thoroughly examined it, and found out a new, enormously rich lode.”
“Then it’s quite safe?”