Young Mr. Longworth also rose, and said languidly 'As this seems to be a meeting of long-lost brothers, I shall not intrude. Good-day, Mr. Von Brent.' Then, adjusting his eyeglass in a leisurely manner, he walked out of the room. CHAPTER XXXVII. When Edith Longworth entered the office of George Wentworth, that young gentleman somewhat surprised her. He sprang from his chair the moment she entered the room, rushed out of the door, and shouted at the top of his voice to the boy, who answered him, whereupon Wentworth returned to the room, apparently in his right mind. 'I beg your pardon, Miss Longworth,' he said, laughing; 'the fact was, I had just sent my boy with a telegram for you, and now, you see, I have saved sixpence.' 'Then you have heard from Canada?' said the young lady. 'Yes; a short message, but to the point.' He handed her the cablegram, and she read: 'Mine purchased; shall take charge temporarily.' 'Then, the money got there in time,' she said, handing him back the telegraphic message. 'Oh yes,' said George, with the easy confidence of a man who doesn't at all know what he is talking about. 'We had plenty of time; I knew it would get there all right.' 'I am glad of that; I was afraid perhaps we might have sent it too late. One can never tell what delays or formalities there may be.' 'Evidently there was no trouble. And now, Miss Longworth, what are your commands? Am I to be your agent here, in Great Britain?' 'Have you written to Mr. Kenyon?' 'Yes, I wrote to him just after I sent the cable message.' 'Of course you didn't----' 'No, I didn't say a word that would lead him to suspect who was the mistress of the mine. In my zeal I even went so far as to give you a name. You are hereafter to be known in the correspondence as Mr. Smith, the owner of the mine.' Miss Longworth laughed. 'And--oh, by the way,' cried Wentworth, 'here is a barrel belonging to you.' 'A barrel!' she said, and, looking in the direction to which he pointed, she saw in the corner of the room a barrel with the head taken away. 'If it is my property,' continued the young woman, 'who has taken the liberty of opening it?' 'Oh, I did that as your agent. That barrel contains the mineral from the mine, which we hope will prove so valuable. It started from Canada over three months ago, and only arrived here the other day. It seems that the idiot who sent it addressed it by way of New York, and it was held by some Jack-in-office belonging to the United States Customs. We have had more diplomatic correspondence and trouble about that barrel than you can imagine, and now it comes a day behind the fair, when it is really of no use to anyone.' Miss Longworth rose and went to the barrel. She picked out some of the beautiful white specimens that were in it. 'Is this the mineral?' she asked. Wentworth laughed. 'Imagine a person buying a mine at an exorbitant price, and not knowing what it produces. Yes, that is the mineral.'