'I'm sure I do not know. I am afraid I am not the right person to float a mine on the London market. I am really a student, you see, and flatter myself I am a man of science. I know what I am about when I am in a mine, miles away from civilization; but when I get among men, I feel somehow at a loss. I do not understand them. When a man tells me one thing to-day, and to-morrow calmly forgets all about it, I confess it--well, confuses me.' 'Then the man you have seen to-day has forgotten what he told you yesterday. Is that the case?' 'Yes; that is partly the case.' 'But, Mr. Kenyon, the success of your project is not going to depend upon what one man says, or two, or three, is it?' 'No; I don't suppose it is.' 'Then, if I were you, I would not feel discouraged because one man has forgotten. I wish I were acquainted with your one man, and I would make him ashamed of himself, I think.' Kenyon flushed as she said this, but made no reply. The coachman looked round as he came to Holborn, and Miss Longworth nodded to him; so he went on without stopping into Oxford Street. 'Now, I take a great interest in your mine, Mr. Kenyon, and hope to see you succeed with it. I wish I could help you, or, rather, I wish you would be frank with me, and tell me how I can help you. I know a good deal about City men and their ways, and I think I may be able to give you some good advice--at least, if you would have the condescension to consult me.' Kenyon smiled. 'You are making game of me now, Miss Longworth. Of course, as you said on board ship, it is but a very small matter.' 'I never said any such thing. When did I say that?' 'You said that fifty thousand pounds was a small matter.' 'Did I? Well, I am like your man who has forgotten; I have forgotten that. I remember saying something about its being too small an amount for my father to deal with. Was not that what I said?' 'Yes, I think that was it. It conveyed the idea to my mind that you thought fifty thousand pounds a trifling sum indeed.' Edith Longworth laughed. 'What a terrible memory you have! I do not wonder at your City man forgetting. Are you sure what you told him did not happen longer ago than yesterday?' 'Yes, it happened some time before.' 'Ah, I thought so; I am afraid it is your own terrible memory, and not his forgetfulness, that is to blame.' 'Oh, I am not blaming him at all. A man has every right to change his mind, if he wants to do so.' 'I thought only a woman had that privilege.' 'No; for my part I freely accord it to everybody, only sometimes it is a little depressing.'