"Horrid!" she pouted.
"But, dearest," he explained, "I don't want to have a mine on my hands. I have you."
"Do I keep you busy?"
"You are a gold mine. Don't you see? I want to be free. If I can get my price, we shall be rich."
"I thought we were rich now."
"With a mine run by an agent, yes. But if I sold to this syndicate—now, you mustn't talk about this outside, you know——"
"Of course I know."
"Or write it home."
"Of course not."
"Well, then, if these people buy, we shall be rich without any more agents or any more work. I have had enough of mining to make me certain that I don't want to chain any son of mine down to the business."