“I will consult Mr. Julian.”
John Simpson frowned.
“He is a minister. What does he know about business?”
“He has business of his own to attend to. Besides, he is my friend.”
“Better say the word now, widow. I may draw back from the agreement.”
“Then I must apply to some one else. Even according to your own statement the place is worth six hundred dollars, and ought to command as large a mortgage anywhere.”
“I said it wouldn’t fetch six hundred dollars.”
“I will not take such an important step, Mr. Simpson, without consulting some one.”
“Very well,” said Simpson, displeased, “take your own way, but it will be at your own risk.”
“Let it be so, then,” said Mrs. Thatcher, calmly, and John Simpson left her, foiled for the present, but confident that he would eventually carry his point.