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mine by the hour with her husband with unwearied interestand satisfaction. And dropping her eyelids expressively,she added—‘What do you feel about it, Charley?’Then, surprised at her husband’s silence, she raised hereyes, opened wide, as pretty as pale flowers. He had donewith the spurs, and, twisting his moustache with bothhands, horizontally, he contemplated her from the height ofhis long legs with a visible appreciation of her appearance.The consciousness of being thus contemplated pleased Mrs.Gould.‘They are considerable men,’ he said.‘I know. But have you listened to their conversation? Theydon’t seem to have understood anything they have seenhere.’‘They have seen the mine. They have understood that tosome purpose,’ Charles Gould interjected, in defence of thevisitors; and then his wife mentioned the name of the mostconsiderable of the three. He was considerable in financeand in industry. His name was familiar to many millionsof people. He was so considerable that he would never havetravelled so far away from the centre of his activity if thedoctors had not insisted, with veiled menaces, on his takinga long holiday.‘Mr. Holroyd’s sense of religion,’ Mrs. Gould pursued,‘was shocked and disgusted at the tawdriness of the dressedupsaints in the cathedral—the worship, he called it, of woodand tinsel. But it seemed to me that he looked upon his ownGod as a sort of influential partner, who gets his share of