"Capital--capital!" said the Major, rubbing his hands. "I feel as if I am quite a mine proprietor. Dinah, my dear, this does me good, and makes me feel as if I had been a slug all these years. I wish I had begun sooner." "Congratulate yourself, my dear sir, that you did not. You are gaining here, but this mine is one in ten thousand. You might have ruined yourself." "True; so I might, my boy, without your clear head to put me right. But the shares, how do they stand?" "They are up ten since last week, sir, and steadily rising." "Then I ought to sell now and realise a big profit, oughtn't I?" Clive was silent, for he was hearing the Major's words, and listening still to the echoes of Dinah's sweet voice, and repeating to himself the lines of the songs she sang, as she now sat in the shadow, silent and waiting till her lover spoke again. And how jarring the Major's words were. Clive had come over that evening weary with the noise and worry of the mine, and annoyed by Sturgess's insolent manner. All he wanted was peace and rest, not the talk about money and shares. The Major spoke again. "Eh! oughtn't I to realise?" "What, sell for the sake of a little present profit that which will go on, in all probability, yielding you an increasing income, sir. Surely that would be short-sighted." "Of course. But all this is so new to me, my dear boy. There! I shall leave myself in your hands; and trust to you to know what is best. You see what a child I am over money matters. Really there are times when I almost wish that I had not begun to dabble in these shares." "Why fidget about them, sir?" said Reed, smiling. "The amount is not large." "Not large? Do you hear him, my dear? He says the amount is not large when it is my poor all. One can see that you have been accustomed to deal with pretty heavy amounts, and--There, I will not continue this hateful topic. Let's have something else to think about. Dinah, shall I be selfish if I challenge this man to a game of chess?" For answer she rose and fetched the board and men, set out the pieces, and then took her seat by Clive and watched the game, which proved to be a long one, ending at last in the Major checkmating his adversary, who was quite a knight stronger, but he had been simply on his defence all through, listening the while to the soft breathing from the lips by his side, as from time to time it caressed his hand, or sounded like a suppressed sigh. No words passed between them, but they were needless. It was enough that they could be side by side, feeling each other's presence, happy yet saddened by an indescribable portent of something coming to ruffle the placid stream of their existence. As for the Major, he was happy and triumphant. It was a genuine pleasure to him, a man who had exiled himself from the world, to live in seclusion, to find that he was a match for this clever, keen man of business, and he showed his delight in many ways.