"Diogenes be hanged, sir! All a myth. I don't believe there ever was such a body. And look here, Leslie, I imitate no man--no myth. I prefer to live this way for my own satisfaction, and I shall." "And welcome for me, old fellow; only don't scold me for living my way." "Not going to. Here, stop! I want to talk to you. How's copper?" "Up a good deal, but you don't want to know." "Of course I don't. But look here. What do you think of my nephew?" "Tall, good-looking young fellow." "Humph! What's the good of that? You know all about him, of course?" "I should prefer not to sit in judgment on the gentleman in question." "So I suppose. Nice boy, though, isn't he?" Leslie was silent. "I say he's a nice boy; isn't he?" cried the old man, raising his voice. "I heard what you said. He is your nephew." "Worse luck! How is he getting on at Van Heldre's?" "I have not the least idea, sir." "More have I. They won't tell me. How about that friend of his? What do you think of him?" "Really, Mr Vine," said Leslie laughing, "I do not set up as a judge of young men's character. It is nothing to me." "Yes, it is. Do you suppose I'm blind? Do you suppose I can't tell which way the wind blows? If I were young, do you know what I should do?" "Do away with the chimney shaft and the stamps," said Leslie, laughing. "No; I should just get hold of that fellow some night, and walk him to where the coach starts." Leslie's face looked warm. "And then I should say, `Jump up, and when you get to the station, book for London; and if ever you show your face in Hakemouth again I'll break your neck.'" "You must excuse me, Mr Luke; I'm busy this morning," said Leslie; and he walked on and began to descend the steep path. "Touched him on the tender place," said Uncle Luke, with a chuckle. "Humph! wonder whether Louie will come and see me to-day." Duncan Leslie went on down the zig-zag cliff path leading from the Wheal Germains copper mine to the town. It was a picturesque way, with a fresh view at every turn west and east; and an advanced member of the town board had proposed and carried the suggestion of placing rough granite seats here and there in the best parts for resting those who climbed, and for giving others attractive places for sunning themselves and looking out to sea. The plan was a great success, and these seats were largely patronised by the fishermen in the case of those nearest the shore, where they could follow out their favourite pastime to the full, and also by the towns-people, especially by the invalids and those young folk who had arrived at the billing and cooing stage of life, when there are only two people in the world--themselves. About half way down Leslie passed an invalid, who had taken possession of a seat, and was gazing right away south, and dreaming of lands where the sun always shone--wondering whether the bright maiden Health could be found there.