Uncle William’s glance rested on him.
The man looked down. “Good morning, Mr. Benslow—I’ve come back, you see.”
“I see ye,” said Uncle William.
The man filled his chest. “I’ve come to see how they’re getting on—over at my place. I bought a small piece, of Halloran, you know—You heard about it, I presume?”
“Andy said suthin’ about your wantin’ to buy of him,” said Uncle William discreetly.
“Yes, I bought his house and what land goes with it. It’s small—but there didn’t seem to be much land for sale around here—” He dropped a casual eye in Uncle William’s direction.
Uncle William’s face was placid.
“I’m building a little,” said the man.
“So I heard tell,” said Uncle William.
“It’s a great place,” said the man. His chest expanded a little more. “I shall advertise, of course, and I expect a good class of patrons for this place.” He balanced himself on his toes and looked down on Uncle William benignantly.