"I'm far from sure that it's an idea they would entertain with any great favor. For one thing, I can't live here."
Carroll laughed.
"Try them, and see. Show them Nairn's telegram when you mention the matter."
Vane swung himself down from the wall. During the past two weeks he had seen a good deal of Evelyn, and his regard for her had rapidly grown stronger. Now that news that his affairs were prospering had reached him, he suddenly made up his mind.
"It's very possible that I may do so," he informed his comrade. "We'll get along."
His heart beat a little more rapidly than usual as they turned back toward the house, but he was perfectly composed when some 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 said, handing Chisholm the deciphered message. "It occurred to me that you might be interested. The news is encouraging."
Chisholm read it with inward satisfaction. When he laid it down he had determined on the line he meant to follow.
"You're a fortunate man. There's probably no reasonable wish that you can't gratify."
"There are things one can't buy with money," Vane replied.