"Of course not, mother. You would be very foolish if you did. Did he mention any one that wanted to buy it?"
"Yes, he said that Mr. Green would be willing to advance money upon it."
"Mr. Green—the landlord of the hotel? I don't doubt it. He knows that Brandon would pay back the whole for drink in a short time."
"I am afraid that would be the case."
"Mother," said Grit, with energy, "promise me that you will never consent to this wicked plan."
"No, Grit, I won't. I consider that the house is as much yours as mine, and I am not willing to leave you without a home."
"I don't so much mind that, for I could shift for myself somehow, but I want you to keep it in your own hands, and I am not willing that Mr. Brandon should sacrifice it for drink."
"I agree with you, Grit. Whatever it may cost me, I won't consent."
"The sooner he becomes convinced that he has nothing to hope from either of us, the sooner he will leave us," said Grit. "If I thought he would go away and never come back, I would be willing to let him have the sixty dollars, but it would only make him stay, in the hope of getting more."