Well, I don't think I could go to more than—say, sixty thousand pounds.
Horace.
[Half rising in his surprise.] Sixty thousand! [He recollects himself and sits down in assumed calm.] Oh, not more than that? I see.
Mr. Wackerbath.
For the house itself. But there'll be the out-buildings—and the decorations. Altogether, I sha'n't complain so long as the total doesn't exceed a hundred thousand. I take it that, for that sum, Mr. Ventimore, you could give me a country-house that I shall have no cause—ah—to feel ashamed of.
Horace.
I can safely promise that. And now—when could I run down and have a look at the site, and go into the matter thoroughly?
Mr. Wackerbath.
We must fix a day later. I'm rather in a hurry now; and besides, I must consult the wife. Perhaps you could give me an appointment here?
Horace.