She liked her brother's wife and needed a rest.
"Well," she said, "I suppose I ought to have expected something of the kind, but it's comforting to feel that your efforts are wasted.

I shall be quite well in a week or two and am going back to school.

For one thing, I shall need some money before very long." George looked hard at her.

"You don't say why.

Still if it's money that prevents you taking the proper line, I might lend you some--" He stopped and resumed with suspicion: "But I won't give you a dollar to waste in searching for father's silver lode!" "I am going to look for the lode," said Agatha quietly.
"I hoped you had got over that foolishness," George rejoined, throwing his cigarette on the floor, although he was generally careful about such things.