It's unlucky that this copper should have cropped out just beyond him, as it were." "There is no mine here belonging to him then, eh ?" "Well, no, Sir; not, properly speaking, a mine, there ain't;" and the well-practiced hand of the landlord shook as he put down the glass, so that it clanked against the bottle.
Richard Yorke laughed a short dry laugh, apparently at some reflection of his own.
"Well, I'm sorry you've got your friend, landlord, and therefore can not have a chat with me; for it is evident we should find something to talk about together." "And I'm sorry too, Sir.

Though, if you wouldn't be too proud to come into our bar parlor--but then I can scarcely ask a gentleman as has been used to Crompton to do that." "Indeed, I shall be very pleased to come," said Richard, frankly.

"I have nothing to be proud of, I assure you; and if I had, why should I not accept the company of an honest man ?" "Very good, Sir.

There's only me, and my daughter Harry, and this friend of mine, Solomon Coe.

If you'll please to walk this way." "Let's take the bottle with us, and then, perhaps, Mr.Coe will help us to finish it." And bearing that token of amity in his hand, John Trevethick led the way into the bar parlor..