"No; dost a hate them so?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Then my Peter'll be getting Trevanion, Roger?" he said with a leer.
In spite of my excitement I felt uneasy as I looked at his eyes.
"I've been thinking about calling in my mortgage," he said.
"Do," I replied.
"Ah, sits the wind in that quarter, eh? Well, Roger, thou hast always been a dare-devil fellow. But a landless Trevanion will be a sorry sight."
"There never has been one yet."
"And if thou art the first, 'twill be a sorry business."
I felt more uncomfortable, so I swallowed a large bumper of wine to keep my spirits up.