“That's a big pile of money,” said James. “Are you pretty sure of making it?”
“The chances are greatly in my favor. Of course, it depends on the turn of the market.”
“If you succeed, will you move to New York, father?”
“Very probably.”
“I hope you will. This village is awfully slow. New York is the place to see life.”
“There are some kinds of life it is not profitable to see,” said the squire, shrewdly.
“I don't want to be cooped up in a little country village all my life,” grumbled James.
“You won't be. Don't trouble yourself on that score.”
“It will do well enough for Carter. He isn't fit for anything but a country bumpkin, but it don't suit me.”
“Well, James, you must be patient, and things may turn out as you desire.”