“We shall sell! Such oak as Brimpts oak is not to be had every day.”
“Have you offered it to anyone—advertised it?”
“No, I have not. Time for that when it is all felled.”
“You will make as much a misreckoning in this as you have along of the bark.”
“Trust me. The oak will sell high.”
“You said the same of the bark. All your ducks are swans. I must have money.”
“So must I,” said Quarm. “I want it as the March fields want April showers.”
“I am in immediate need,” urged Pepperill.
“In a fortnight I shall require money to pay the men their wages,” observed Quarm.
“I have nothing. You were right; I have a cash-box, but no cash in it. I have paid away all I had.”