“We would thank you, Squire Leech, if we could see any favor in offering three or four hundred dollars less than the house is worth.”
“We have had enough of this nonsense,” said the squire, angrily. “It is not too late to withdraw my offer.”
“You had better withdraw it,” said Herbert, composedly, “for mother and I have decided to refuse it.”
“Refuse it!” gasped the squire. “What do you mean by such outrageous impudence?”
“I don't see how it can be considered impudence. We are not obliged to accept every offer made us.”
“You are obliged to accept this,” cried Squire Leech, stamping his cane upon the floor again. “You know there is no help for it.”
“How do you make that out, sir?” inquired our hero.
“You can't pay the interest.”
“I beg your pardon, sir; we are ready to pay.”
“I mean the whole of the interest.”