“I’m far from sure it’s an idea they’d entertain with any great favour. For one thing, I can’t live here.”
“Try them, and see. Show them Nairn’s telegram when you mention the matter.”
Vane swung himself down from the wall.
“It’s very possible that I may do so,” he informed his comrade. “But we’ll get along.”
His heart beat more rapidly than usual as they turned back towards the house, but he was perfectly composed when, some little time later, he sat down beside Chisholm, who was lounging away the morning on the lawn.
“I’ve been across to the village for a telegram I expected,” he announced. “The news is encouraging.”
He read it to Chisholm, who had determined on the line he meant to follow.
“You’re a fortunate man,” he said. “There’s probably no reasonable wish that you can’t gratify.”
“There are things one can’t buy with dollars,” Vane replied.
“That is very true. They’re often the most valuable. On the other hand, some of them may now and then be had for the asking. Besides, when one has a sanguine temperament, it’s difficult to believe that anything one sets one’s heart upon is quite unattainable.”