“I heard you say you had an offer of thirty-five hundred dollars for the place.”
“So I had; Bingham offered that for it.”
“I would go to him, and take the offer at once.”
“What, sell the place?”
“Yes; you can pay off the mortgage, and then have fifteen hundred left.”
“That’s a good idea,” replied my father. “But I don’t know that Bingham will give thirty-five hundred now.”
“I would try him, at any rate. I think we had better move out of Centreport.”
“Perhaps it would be as well, after what has happened,” said he, in deep thought. “I will see what can be done.”
My father hastened to the village to see Bingham, and soon after I pulled across the lake to report for duty to Major Toppleton. I was shown into his elegant library; but I found the magnate of Middleport in violent wrath.
“I have called, sir, to say that I will accept the offer you were so kind as to make to me yesterday,” I began, with the utmost deference.