“You’ll find all the wool there. I sent off the lot this morning—three waggon-loads.”
“Why did you not inform me?—and I would have waited for it, and not come to the fair.”
“I did not know how the weather might be—and I wished to be rid of it.” Coaker laughed.
This angered Pasco further, and, losing command of himself, he said, “’Twas scurvy—that selling me at such a price when you knew wool was down.”
“That was your concern. Each man for himself. But I reckon you’ve made a worse bargain at Brimpts, if, as they tell me, you have bought the wood.”
“How so? Is not the timber first-rate?”
“Oh, the timber is good enough.”
“Then what is wrong?”
“Have you been to Brimpts?”
“No—but Quarm has.”