Quarm limped up, and planted himself in front of him.
“I have hardly had a word with you yet, Pasco. How is my sister--and how is Kitty?”
“Both pretty middling. Kate is here--in the fair. I left her with Jan Pooke and his party. Something may come of this, Zerah thinks. Jan has been mightily attentive since they were together in the boat.”
“Pasco,” said Jason, “that fellow, Roger Redmore, is abroad still.”
“Yes; he has not been caught.”
“If I was you, I would insure.”
“Pshaw! I’m not afraid of fire.”
“There is no telling. You keep such a stock of all kinds of goods in your place--coals, spirits, wool, hides--and now you are likely to have bark in. Take my advice and insure, in case of accident.”
“It is throwing good money away.”
“Not a bit. If Pooke had insured, he would not now be the loser to the tune of fifty pounds.”