'Ah, that was hardly fair. A person should read both sides of the question before passing judgment.' 'It is a woman's idea of fairness,' said Edith, 'to read what pertains to her friend, and to form her judgment without hearing the other side. But you must not think I am going to forego scolding you because of my sympathy with you. Don't you remember you promised to let me know how your company was progressing from time to time, and here I have never had a word from you; now tell me how you have been getting on.' 'I hardly know, but I think we are doing very well indeed. You know, of course, that your cousin is going to America to report upon the mine. As I have stated nothing but what is perfectly true about the property, there can be no question as to what that report will be, so it seems to me everything is going on nicely.' 'Why do not you go to America?' 'Ah, well, I am an interested party, and those who are thinking of going in with us have my report already. It is necessary to corroborate that. When it is corroborated, I expect we shall have no trouble in forming the company.' 'And was William chosen by those men to go to Canada?' 'He was not exactly chosen; he volunteered. Mr. Melville here was the one who was chosen.' 'And why Mr. Melville more than you, for instance?' 'Well, as I said, I am out of the question because I am an interested party. Melville is a man connected with china works, and as such, in a measure, an expert.' 'Is Mr. Melville a friend of yours?' 'No, he is not. I never saw him until he came to the meeting.' 'Do you know,' she said, lowering her voice and bending towards him, 'that I do not like Mr. Melville's face?' Kenyon glanced at Melville, who was at the other side of the room, and Edith went on: 'You must not look at people when I mention them in that way, or they will know we are talking about them. I do not like his face. He is too handsome a man, and I don't like handsome men.' 'Don't you, really,' said John; 'then, you ought to----' Edith laughed softly, a low, musical laugh that was not heard above the piano din, and was intended for John alone, and to his ears it was the sweetest music he had ever heard. 'I know what you were going to say,' she said; 'you were going to say that in that case I ought to like _you_. Well, I do; that is why I am taking such an interest in your mine, and in your friend Mr. Wentworth. And so my cousin volunteered to go to Canada. Now, I think you ought to go yourself.' 'Why?' said Kenyon, startled that she should have touched the point that had been discussed between Wentworth and himself. 'I can only give you a woman's reason--"because I do." It seems to me you ought to be there to know what they report at the time they _do_ report. Perhaps they won't understand the mine without your explanation, and then you see an adverse report might come back in perfect good faith. I think you ought to go to America, Mr. Kenyon.' 'That is just what George Wentworth says.'