At the end of a few hundred yards they drew near the opening in the huge cliff where the ruined engine-house and mining shaft were, and here they came suddenly upon old Mr Paul, sitting upon a block of stone, with his hands resting upon the head of his great cane. The old man looked more himself, and there was a grim air of satisfaction in his face as he saw the couple approaching. Geoffrey felt his companion give a spasmodic start, and she stopped short as if her legs had failed her, uttering at the same moment a low moan, as she saw her uncle rise from his seat and come towards them, looking first at one and then at the other. Then he just nodded his head at them gravely, and walked on in the opposite direction. Geoffrey gave an impatient stamp with his foot as he turned and saw the old man disappear. "Poor old boy!" he said. "There's something about him I like, Madge, and I'm bursting with eloquence now--full of things I want to say to him, but hang me if I could speak when he was here." "Take me home," said Madge, softly; "I mean to the Cove." Geoffrey saw she was weak and half fainting, so he hurried her along as fast as she could bear the effort until he had reached the descent to the cottage, where he had to lift her in his arms and carry her down the rest of the way. In the afternoon, though, she revived rapidly, and Geoffrey noticed that she seemed none the worse for her unwonted effort, but rather, on the contrary, better and more energetic than she had been for months. He, however, bade Bessie to watch over her, and above all things not to let her go out again. But Geoffrey's thoughts were sent into a new channel in the course of the afternoon by a visit from Amos Pengelly, who came to him as he was walking up and down upon the cliff, thinking now of Rhoda, and whether the time had not come for him to leave Carnac; now of the mine, and whether, as a man, it was not his duty to try and find the new purchaser, and make known his knowledge. "I might get a good post upon the strength of what I know," he said to himself; "and that would be just like me--to climb up and succeed upon another man's misfortunes. No: I'll keep to my old way. The ship may drift: she cannot come to worse wreck than she is in now. Hallo, Pengelly." "How do, Master Trethick, sir?" said Amos; "I've brought you this." "This?" said Geoffrey, taking a letter from the miner's hand, and turning it over to find that it was on old-fashioned paper, doubled in the old style, and sealed with a great patch of wax and a crest. "Why, it's from old Mr Paul," he said, as he glanced at the crabbed characters. "Yes, sir; he asked me to bring it down and wait." Geoffrey opened the missive, and found it very short, but he read in it the effect that that day's meeting had had upon the old man. It was as follows:--