"Mr Trethick is very frank, and manly, and natural," and then she began
thinking about Madge Mullion and Bess Prawle, and then--she could not
tell why--she sighed.
There was a long talk that night in Mr Penwynn's study, and when at
last Tregenna left he was thinking to himself about mines and mining.
"That's a splendid fellow, that Trethick," he said. "I did think of
trying to mould him, but he wants no touching, only leaving alone. Once
set a man on the mining slide, there is no stopping till he gets to the
bottom; and I think friend Penwynn will find the bottom of Wheal Carnac
very deep."