Catherine.
But if the mine’s worthless?
Etchingham.
We’re going to buy the shares in when the tide turns in Central America. Things are looking brighter already. He’s promised me that no one shall lose a farthing. When that’s done I go. Oh, how thankful I shall be!
Catherine.
Oh, I know, I know.
Etchingham.
I had to tell some one, and I couldn’t tell your mother.
Catherine.
I’m glad you told me. It makes it easier to bear now we both know.