But of him he still thought, now that
absolute need was close at hand, and, as soon as Julian Casti had
left him to-day, he examined a directory to ascertain whether the
accountant still occupied the house in St. John Street Road.
Apparently he did. And the same evening Waymark made up his mind to
visit Mr. Woodstock on the following day.
The old gentleman was sitting alone when the servant announced a
visitor. In personal appearance he was scarcely changed since the
visit of his little grand-daughter. Perhaps the eye was not quite so
vivid, the skin on forehead and cheeks a trifle less smooth, but his
face had the same healthy colour; there was the same repose of force
in the huge limbs, and his voice had lost nothing of its resonant
firmness.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, as Waymark entered. "You! I've been wondering
where you were to be found."
The visitor held out his hand, and Abraham, though he did not rise,
smiled not unpleasantly as he gave his own.
"You wanted to see me?" Waymark asked.
"Well, yes. I suppose you've come about the mines."
"Mines? What mines?"
"Oh, then you haven't come about them. You didn't know the Llwg
Valley people have begun to pay a dividend?"
Waymark remembered that one of his father's unfortunate speculations
had been the purchase of certain shares in some Welsh mines.
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