A moment afterward the huge knocker was heard to sound, and Mrs. Frost, putting down her work, smoothed her apron and went to the door.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Frost,” said the squire, lifting his hat.
“Good afternoon, Squire Haynes. Won't you walk in?”
“Thank you; I will intrude for a few minutes. How do you do?” he said, nodding to Frank as he entered.
“Pretty well, thank you, sir,” said Frank nervously.
The squire, knowing the odium which would attach to the course he had settled upon, resolved to show the utmost politeness to the family he was about to injure, and justify his action by the plea of necessity.
“Take a seat, Squire Haynes,” said Mrs. Frost “You'll find this rocking-chair more comfortable.'
“I am very well seated, thank you. I cannot stop long. I have merely called on a matter of business.”
“About the mortgage?” interrupted Frank, who could keep silence no longer.
“Precisely so. I regret to say that I have urgent occasion for the money, and shall be unable to renew it.”