“It is only just started, sir. I think we shall get a good price if we hold out.”
“I am not going to sell any land at all. You will write and say I have altered my mind.”
He spoke with the keen decision of his father. Mr. Clisson gazed at him with pained amazement.
“It is only the leasehold we sell, sir, not the actual land.” 377
“I do not sell land,” repeated Christopher sharply.
“Of course, it shall be as you wish, sir.”
“Of course. Do you know if Mr. Fegan is still at Stormly Foundry?”
“I can ascertain.”
“Do so. If he is, tell him to come and see me here to-morrow. And who is the best builder you employ?”
“Builder? What kind of builder, sir?”