In that moment even he could not press the point.
“You must give me time,” he said; “I have three days’ leave. Do not let us mention the subject again till the day after to-morrow. Meantime, I will have a look round and try to discover if you can keep on, supposing the three thousand are found.”
“Thank you. But do you know about land?” She was just a little bit piqued. “I assure you I am very slowly learning.”
“Oh, I know. My mother is a farmer’s daughter. I have always been about with my uncle. If mother had given me my choice, I should have been a common farmer myself.”
“A Van Helmont!”
“Pooh! That’s what mother said!”
CHAPTER XL
THE NEW BAILIFF