Old Tom made some sharp remark to his son, who replied in kind; Mrs.
Hamon sat quietly aloof, as she always did when Tom and his father got
to words, and Bernel made play with his supper, as though such matters
were of too common occurrence to call for any special attention on his
part.
Then Nance's face framed in a black sun-bonnet gleamed in at the outer
door.
"Come along, Bern, and we'll go and tell the Seigneur where his white
horse is," and she disappeared, and Bernel, having polished off
everything within reach, got up and followed her.
"Will you please to take a look at the mines to-night?" asked old Tom of
his guest, anxious to interest him in the work as speedily as possible.
"We might take a bit of a walk, and you can tell me all you will about
things. But I don't take hold till the first of the month, and I don't
want to interfere until I have a right to. I suppose my baggage will be
coming up?"
"Ach, yes! Tom, you take the cart and bring Mr. Gard's things up. They
are lying on the quay down there. Then we will go along, if you please!"
Old Tom marched him through the wonderful amber twilight to the summit
of the bluff behind the engine-house--whence Gard could just make out
his box and carpet-bag still lying on the quay below.
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