The young man smiled, as they went up, with youth's godlike faith in its own sufficiency, albeit he smarted from the slights put upon him. At the surface a pleasant shock was in store for him. There stood the formidable Mrs. Milbrey beaming upon him. Behind her was Mr. Milbrey, the pleasing model of all a city's refinements, awaiting the boon of a hand-clasp. Behind these were the uncomfortable little man, the chatty blonde, and the two solemn young men who had lately exhibited more manner than manners. Percival felt they were all regarding him now with affectionate concern. They pressed forward effusively. "So good of you, Mr. Bines, to take an interest in us--my daughter has been so anxious to see one of these fascinating mines." "Awfully obliged, Mr. Bines." "Charmed, old man; deuced pally of you to stay by us down in that hole, you know." "So clever of you to know where to find the gold--" He lost track of the speakers. Their speeches became one concerted effusion of affability that was music to his ears. Miss Milbrey was apart from the group. Having doffed the waterproofs, she was now pluming herself with those fussy-looking but mysteriously potent little pats which restore the attire and mind of women to their normal perfection and serenity. Upon her face was still the amused look Percival had noted below. "And, Mr. Bines, do come in with that quaint old grandfather of yours and lunch with us," urged Mrs. Milbrey, who had, as it were, spiked her lorgnon. "Here's Mr. Shepler to second the invitation--and then we shall chat about this very interesting West." Miss Milbrey nodded encouragement, seeming to chuckle inwardly. In the spacious dining compartment of the Shepler car the party was presently at lunch. "You seem so little like a Western man," Mrs. Milbrey confided graciously to Percival on her right. "We cal'late he'll fetch out all straight, though, in a year or so," put in Uncle Peter, from over his chop, with guileless intent to defend his grandson from what he believed to be an attack. "Of course a young man's bound to get some foolishness into him in an Eastern college like this boy went to." Percival had flushed at the compliment to himself; also at the old man's failure to identify it as such. Mr. Milbrey caressed his glass of claret with ardent eyes and took the situation in hand with the easy confidence of a master. "The West," said he, affably, "has sent us some magnificent men. In truth, it's amazing to take count of the Western men among us in all the professions. They are notable, perhaps I should say, less for deliberate niceties of style than for a certain rough directness, but so adaptable is the American character that one frequently does not suspect their--er--humble origin." "Meaning their Western origin?" inquired Shepler, blandly, with secret intent to brew strife. "Well--er--to be sure, my dear fellow, not necessarily humble,--of course--perhaps I should have said--"