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face, and his whole, long-limbed, lank person had an air ofbreeding and distinction. And Mrs. Gould relented.‘I only wondered what you felt,’ she murmured, gently.During the last few days, as it happened, Charles Gouldhad been kept too busy thinking twice before he spoke tohave paid much attention to the state of his feelings. Buttheirs was a successful match, and he had no difficulty infinding his answer.‘The best of my feelings are in your keeping, my dear,’ hesaid, lightly; and there was so much truth in that obscurephrase that he experienced towards her at the moment agreat increase of gratitude and tenderness.Mrs. Gould, however, did not seem to find this answer inthe least obscure. She brightened up delicately; already hehad changed his tone.‘But there are facts. The worth of the mine—as a mine—is beyond doubt. It shall make us very wealthy. The mereworking of it is a matter of technical knowledge, which Ihave—which ten thousand other men in the world have. Butits safety, its continued existence as an enterprise, giving areturn to men—to strangers, comparative strangers—whoinvest money in it, is left altogether in my hands. I haveinspired confidence in a man of wealth and position. Youseem to think this perfectly natural—do you? Well, I don’tknow. I don’t know why I have; but it is a fact. This factmakes everything possible, because without it I would neverhave thought of disregarding my father’s wishes. I wouldnever have disposed of the Concession as a speculator disposesof a valuable right to a company—for cash and shares,