"I'd like one if you could really do it to look natural."
She smiled. "Perhaps I could. But why do you think so much of Boarzell?"
"Because I'm going to mäake it mine."
"Yours!"
"Yes—I mean to have the whole of it."
"But can you grow anything on a waste like that?"
"I can. I've got near a hundred acres sown already" ... and then all the floodgates that had been shut for so long were burst, and the tides of his confidence rolled out to her, moaning—all the ache of his ambition which nobody would share.
Her eyes were fixed on him with their strange spell, and her sharp little face was grave. He knew that she did not sympathise—he had not expected it. But he was glad he had told her.
Her first words startled him.
"Do you think it's worth while?"