’It is allegorical and Oriental—Phoenician, in fact,’ explained Tramplara. ’The "Cornucophir" has been leading them on week by week, expecting the discovery of Ophir. Now all is ready for the announcement that it has been found, and with that announcement we must publish the prospectus of the Ophir Gold Mining Company. If you do not accept my terms, all I can say is, the place will be invaded by religious gold-diggers, who will turn everything topsy-turvy and carry off every particle of gold they find without giving you any share in their spoil.’ ’I will sign the lease; it is only for a year,’ said Mr. Battishill, eagerly; ’but I can take no shares, I have not the money.’ ’I will take as many as I can,’ said the minister. ’Ophir must succeed.’ ’Now then!’ shouted Tramplara, waving the lease over his head. ’Now for the run of gold. Blow the trumpet in Zion; call the solemn assembly of sharetakers together. I shall be ready for them with my crushing machines. Hoorah for the gold of Ophir, and the fortunes that will be made out of it!’ *CHAPTER XIX.* *TWO STRINGS TO ONE BOW.* Captain Trecarrel had the good luck to find Mirelle alone in the garden house, engaged on her flowers. She had not been taught to do useful work. She cut out lace patterns in paper, and made imitation flowers. She could play and sing, but there was no piano in the garden house, and she spent most of her time there, so as to be away from the rooms frequented by Trampleasure senior and junior. Captain Trecarrel was playing his cards very carefully. He did not intend to be off altogether with the old love till he was quite sure that it was to his pecuniary advantage to be on with the new. He was curious to know in what Mirelle’s money had been invested. This was not easy for him to find out. He could not inquire of old Tramplara. After turning the matter over in his head, the Captain resolved on trying to ascertain what he desired to know through Mirelle herself, who was too simple to suspect his purpose. He took a seat by her in the window. She smiled at him, and made room beside her. ’I have been thinking a great deal about you, Mirelle,’ said he. He had slipped into calling her by her Christian name, and she did not resent it. ’And the more I think of you, the more I pity you. Your poor dear father made a sore mistake in confiding you to the care of these Trampleasures.’ ’They were his relations,’ she said. ’True; but then you are so utterly out of place among them. You are unable to sympathise with them——’ ’Fortunately.’ ’Fortunately, indeed, or you would not be charming. A grievous error has been committed, I may even say that a great wrong has been done you, unintentionally, and the consequence is that you suffer. I see it in your face.’