When Lady Willow left her, Jennie sat with her chin in her hands and her elbows on her knees gazing across at No. 23. The faces of none who went in or came out were familiar to her. Frequently glances were cast at her by passers-by, but she paid no heed to the crowd, nor to the fleeting admiration her pretty face aroused in many a flinty stockbroking breast, if, indeed, she was conscious of the attention she received. She awoke from her reverie when Lady Willow stepped into the hansom. 'What, back already?' she cried. 'I have been away for a quarter of an hour,' said the elder woman reproachfully. 'Besides, the money is all spent, and here are the parcels.' 'Money doesn't go far in the City, does it?' said Jennie. 'Why, what's the matter with you, my dear?' asked the elder woman; 'your voice sounds as if you had been crying.' 'Nonsense! What an idea! This street reminds me so of Broadway that I have become quite homesick, that's all. I think I'll go back to New York.' 'Have you met somebody from over there?' 'No, no. I've seen no one I knew.' 'Did you expect to?' 'Perhaps.' 'I didn't know you had any friends in the City.' 'I haven't. He's an enemy.' 'Really? An enemy who was once a friend?' 'Yes. Why do you ask so many questions?' Lady Willow took the girl's hand, and said soothingly: 'I am sorry there was a misunderstanding.' 'So am I,' agreed Jennie. CHAPTER XXI. When John Kenyon entered the office of his friend next morning, Wentworth said to him: 'Well, what luck with the Longworths?' 'No luck at all,' was the answer; 'the young man seemed to have forgotten all about our conversation on board the steamer, and the old gentleman takes no interest in the matter.' Wentworth hemmed and tapped on the desk with the end of his lead pencil. 'I never counted much on that young fellow,' he said at last. 'What appeared to be his reason?' 'I don't know exactly. He didn't give any reason. He merely said that he would have nothing to do with it, after having got me to tell him what our option on the mine was.' 'Why did you tell him that?' 'Well, it seemed, after I had talked to him a little, that there was some hope of his going in with us. I told him point-blank that I didn't care to say at what figure we had the option unless he was going in with us. He said of course he couldn't consider the matter at all unless he knew to what he was committed; and so I told him.' 'And what excuse did he make for not joining us?' 'Oh, he merely said he thought he would have nothing to do with it.' 'Now, what do you imagine his object was in pumping you if he had no intention of taking an interest in the mine?' 'I'm sure I don't know. I do not understand that sort of man at all. In fact, I feel rather relieved he is going to have nothing to do with it. I distrust him.'