Tourists of the young man's own position in life, and even of the same profession, began to visit Gethin, and of course "put up" at the _Castle_, but he found nothing so attractive in their company as to withdraw him from that homely coterie in the bar parlor for a single evening.

He was always made welcome there by both his host and Solomon; and without doubt, so far as the former was concerned, a less sanguine man than the young landscape-painter might have considered that his suit was tacitly acceded to.
Even Harry herself--to whom her father's conduct was surprising enough--had come at last to this conclusion.

Only one thing militated against this pleasant view of affairs--it was certain that the old man had not yet opened his lips to "Sol" upon the matter.

It was clear that the miner still considered himself in the light of Harry's accepted suitor.

As a lover, he was fortunately phlegmatic, and did not demand those little tributes of affection in the shape of smiles and whispers, secret glances, silent pressures, which his position might have exacted; but he would now and then pay her a blundering compliment in a manner that could not be misinterpreted, or even make some direct allusion to their future settlement in life, which embarrassed her still more.