“Then is not now. You should have accepted my offer when I made it.”
“We have no idea of selling at that price,” said Herbert. “Our lowest price is six hundred and fifty dollars over and above the mortgage.”
“Are you crazy?” ejaculated the squire, angrily.
“No; we have fixed upon that as a fair price,” said Herbert, coolly.
“You know you can't get it.”
“Then we won't sell.”
“Young man, I apprehend you do not understand how the matter stands. You will have to sell.”
“Why must we?”
“You can't live on nothing.”
“Of course not.”