“I may have mentioned such a possibility, but I made no promise,” Mr. Franklin replied. “You sold the rock to me. It is now mine to do with as I see fit.”
“You deliberately tricked me! I am less concerned with the money than with the fact that you are trying to force the museum to pay for something which I meant them to have free.”
“Mrs. Marborough, you sold the rock for two dollars. Unless I am very much mistaken, that money meant more to you than you would have the townspeople believe!”
Mrs. Marborough arose from the bench, glaring at the visitor.
“Mr. Franklin, you are insulting! Leave my premises this minute and never return!”
“I’ll be very happy to depart,” the man retorted, smiling coldly. “I came here only because you sent for me. However, if you were inclined to take a sensible viewpoint, I might make you a business proposition.”
“What do you mean by that, Mr. Franklin?”
“I refer to this house here. If you’re disposed to sell it I might make you an offer.”
Mrs. Marborough had started toward the house, but then she paused and regarded him speculatively.
“What is your offer, Mr. Franklin?”