“I will give you two hundred dollars for it.”
“I do not feel that I have a right to sell it. It belongs to Gerald.”
“Not yet.”
“It soon will.”
“Of course if I buy it I do not wish to interfere with your occupation of it as long as you live.”
“No, I suppose not. There is no place for me to go. But I think the land will some time be worth a good deal more than at present, and I want Gerald to reap the benefit of it.”
“I am offering you more than it is worth at present,” said Wentworth impatiently. “Two hundred dollars for eighty acres makes two dollars and a half an acre.”
“I cannot sell the boy’s little patrimony,” said Mr. Lane firmly.
“It seems to me he ought to be consulted. As you say, he will soon be the owner.”
At this moment Gerald entered the cabin.