"Oh! Have you! Ten thousand? That was very liberal—very liberal indeed. Ten thousand for a gold reef."
"But I thought as an old friend of my father you would, perhaps—"
"Young man, don't fool it away. He's waiting for you, I suppose, round the corner, with a bottle of fizz, ready to close."
"He is."
"Well, go and drink his champagne. Always get whatever you can. And then tell him that you'll see him—"
"I certainly will, sir, if you advise it. And then?"
"And then—leave it to me. And—young man—I think I heard, a year or two ago, something about you and my girl Rosie."
"There was something, sir. Not enough to trouble you about it."
"She told me. Rosie tells me all her love affairs."
"Is she—is she unmarried?"