"Because," he said, reddening, "my calculations tell me that this gives me ample margin."
She looked at him in calm disapproval, shaking her head; but her blue eyes softened.
"I'm sorry," she said. "You have miscalculated, Mr. White. The spot lies somewhere within the plot numbered from half of 210 to 220."
"I am very much afraid that you have miscalculated, Miss Sandys. I did not even attempt to purchase your plot—except half of 210."
"Nor did I even consider your plot, Mr. White," she said sorrowfully, "and I had my choice.[282] Really I am very sorry for you, but you have made a complete miscalculation."
"I don't see how I could. I worked it out from the Valdez map."
"So did I."
She had the volume under her arm; he had his in his pocket.
"Let me show you," he began, drawing it out and opening it. "Would you mind looking at the map for a moment?"
Her dainty head a trifle on one side, she looked over his shoulder as he unfolded the map for her.