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"Your answer, then, is No," said Clearemout, with deep pathos in his tone. Now, it chanced that at this critical point in the conversation, Oliver Trembath, having left the cottage, walked over the grass towards a small gate, near which the bower stood. He unavoidably heard the question, and also the quick, earnest reply, "My answer, Mr Clearemout, is Yes.
When afternoon began to merge into evening Mr Clearemout paid a last visit for the day but not in the West End, rather nearer to the City to a gentleman somewhat like himself, though less prepossessing, for whose benefit he painted no glowing picture of a mine, but to whom he said, "Come, Jack, I've made a pretty good job of it; let's go and have a chop.
"You appear to take much interest in mining, I think," said he, as they walked out on the promontory together. "I do indeed," replied Clearemout; "the mines of Cornwall have ever been a subject of deep interest to me, and the miners I regard as a race of men singularly endowed with courage and perseverance." "Your opinion of them is correct," said Oliver. "Have you ever seen them at work?"
But it happens that I have the power, just now, of disposing of the shares which he has taken in Wheal Dooem Mine at a very large profit; and as my hope of the success of that enterprise is very small, I " "Very small!" echoed Rose in surprise. "You astonish me, Mr Clearemout. Did I not hear you, only a few nights ago, say that you had the utmost confidence in the success of your undertaking?"
"Yes," continued Mr Clearemout, with a sigh, "the confidence which I felt in Wheal Dooem has been much shaken of late, and the sooner your uncle sells out the better." "But would it be right," said Rose earnestly, "to sell our shares at a high profit if things be as you say?"
Poor Rose was by no means a flirt, but she was an innocent, straightforward girl, ignorant of many of the world's ways, and of a trusting disposition. She found the conversation of Mr Clearemout agreeable, and did not attempt to conceal the fact.
You could not, Mr Clearemout, get a better man, I should say." "I think you observed, madam," said Mr Clearemout, "that this man is a `local. Pray, what is a local?" Rose gave one of her little laughs at this point, and her worthy aunt exclaimed, "La! Mr Clearemout, don't you know what a local preacher is?" "Oh! a preacher? Connected with the Methodist body, I presume?"
"Iss," added Jim Cuttance, "ann remember, you chucklehead, that if you do write or utter wan word 'bout it, after gettin' back to London, there are here twelve Cornish men who will never rest till they have flayed thee alive!" "You need have no fear," said Clearemout with a bitter smile, as he turned and walked away, followed by a groan from the whole party.
Mr Clearemout had met Maggot, and had seen his family; but interest gave place to astonishment when Mrs Penrose walked into the church, backed by her sixteen children, the eldest males among whom were miners, and the eldest females tin-dressers, while the little males and females aspired to be miners and tin-dressers in the course of time.
The good woman resolved to make some use of her information, but Mr Clearemout left the cottage in ignorance, of course, of her resolution. Having transacted these little pieces of business, the managing director returned home, and, on the day following, sought and obtained an interview with Rose Ellis in her bower.
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