He pointed to the door, and the man nodded and went away. CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE. UNDER THE SEA. Busy times in Wheal Carnac. There had been plenty of visitors in the shape of managers of different mines, to whom the news had come; and all went away astounded at the wealth of the new vein. The demand for shares was enormous, but there were none to be had. Tregenna had had the last, taken to blind Mr Penwynn, and he had sold them to Dr Rumsey, who had invested the whole of his wife's little fortune in the mine, and the next morning after the news had spread, the doctor had hurried up to the cottage, where Geoffrey was seated at breakfast with Uncle Paul, an unusually fine sole from the trawler having brought them together. Madge opened the door to the doctor, who shook hands with her in a friendly way; and then, as their eyes met, Madge's friendly smile changed into a look of fear, under the doctor's searching gaze. She flushed, then turned deadly pale, and ended by shrinking back with a piteous look, and holding up her hands in a pleading way. Dr Rumsey's lips tightened, and he said quietly,-- "Tell Mr Trethick I am here." "Come in, Rumsey," cried Geoffrey's hearty voice. "You're in time for breakfast, man. You are just right. Uncle Paul's as bilious as--as himself." Madge was forgotten for the moment, and the doctor shook hands warmly with the young man and with Uncle Paul, as a chair was placed for him, and the bell rung for a cup and saucer and plate, for, truth to say, though the doctor had partaken of the morning meal, he sometimes rose from it with a better appetite than was quite necessary for a proper fulfilment of the digestive functions. "My dear Trethick," he cried, with the tears in his eyes, "God bless you for the hint! The news about the mine is glorious." "That's right," said Geoffrey. "Eat your sole, man, before it gets cold," for a hot plate had been brought in by Madge herself, who seemed very eager to attend upon the visitor. "You--you don't mean to say that you have been investing in mining shares, Rumsey?" cried Uncle Paul. "Indeed, but I hope he has," said Geoffrey, heartily. "I have: every penny we had," cried the doctor. "More fool you!" cried Uncle Paul. "Why, Rumsey, how can you expect a man to trust you with his internal management if you go and do such insane things?" "Uncle Paul don't believe in the mine even yet," said Geoffrey, laughing. "That will do, Miss Madge," he said; "I'll ring for more hot water if we want it." The doctor saw Madge's appealing look at him, and a half-frightened glance at Geoffrey, and he saw too, as the girl left the room, that Uncle Paul was watching him very narrowly. When he spoke again his manner was changed, and there was quite a coldness about it, which Geoffrey noticed.