'Certainly; I will send you all the documents in the case, as you once remarked. You always like to see the original papers, don't you?'
'Yes, I suppose I do.' Miss Longworth lingered a moment at the door, then, looking straight at Wentworth, she said to him, 'You remember you spoke rather bitterly to my father the other day?'
'Yes,' said Wentworth, colouring; 'I remember it.'
'You are a young man; he is old. Besides that, I think you were entirely in the wrong. He had nothing whatever to do with his nephew's action.'
'Oh, I know that,' said Wentworth. 'I would have apologized to him long ago, only—well, you know, he told me I shouldn't be allowed in the office again, and I don't suppose I should.'
'A letter from you would be allowed in the office,' replied the young lady, looking at the floor.
'Of course it would,' said George; 'I will write to him instantly and apologize.'
'It is very good of you,' said, Edith, holding out her hand to him; the next moment she was gone.
George Wentworth turned to his desk and wrote a letter of apology. Then he mused to himself upon the strange and incomprehensible nature of women. 'She makes me apologize to him, and quite right too; but if it hadn't been for the row with her father, she never would have heard about the transaction, and therefore couldn't have bought the mine, which she was anxious to do for Kenyon's sake—lucky beggar John is, after all!'