I'm rather surprised that Miss Stirling, who must have known it, mentioned the other little matter.

Anyway, as you may feel inclined to point out, that's not my business.

The question is what we're going to do now." "Look again for that mine of yours," said Weston, quietly.
Grenfell made a little sign of comprehension.
"Well," he said, "we'll go.

What's more, I know that one of us is going to locate that quartz some day." He spoke as with conviction, and then, lighting his pipe, slowly strolled away; but Weston sat beside the sinking fire for another hour or so.

It was clear to him that he must find Grenfell's lost mine.
It was two days later when he next had any speech with Ida Stirling, and then, though he did not know that Mrs.Kinnaird had done her utmost to prevent it, they were crossing the lake alone in the sailboat.