“Yes, it is considerable,” said the widow, surprised. Could it be that he intended to reduce the interest? That did not seem like him.
“For one in your circumstances I mean, of course. You've got to earn your own living, and your son's.”
“Herbert does his share,” said the mother. “When he is older I shall feel quite easy.”
“But that time is a good way off. I've been thinking of your case, Mrs. Carter, and as a man of business I see my way clear to offer you a little advice.”
“I shall be thankful for any advice, squire,” said the widow, meekly. “Of course your judgment in business matters is much better than mine.”
Herbert listened to this conversation with eager interest. What could the squire mean to advise?
“I've been thinking,” said the squire, deliberately, “that it would be a good plan for you to sell this house.”
“To sell it!” repeated Mrs. Carter, in surprise. “But where could I live?”
“You might hire a couple of rooms for yourself and Herbert.”
“I don't see how mother would gain anything,” interrupted Herbert. “She would have to pay rent.”