"I told him, Sir, that you had not got the returns from your farm that you expected this year, owing to one thing and 'nother; and that you couldn't make up the cash for him all at once; and that he would have to wait a spell, but that he'd be sure to get it in the long run. Nobody ever suffered by Mr. Ringgan yet, as I told him."
"Well?"
"Well, Sir, he was altogether refractible; he's as pig- headed a fellow as I ever see."
"What did he say?"
"He gave me names, and swore he wouldn't wait a day longer said he'd waited already six months."
"He has so. I couldn't meet the last payment. There's a year's rent due now. I can't help it. There needn't have been an hour, if I could go about and attend to things myself. I have been altogether disappointed in that Didenhover."
"I expect you have."
"What do you suppose he'll do, Mr. Jolly? McGowan, I mean."
"I expect he'll do what the law 'll let him, Mr. Ringgan; I don't know what 'll hinder him."
"It's a worse turn than I thought my infirmities would ever play me," said the old gentleman after a short pause "first to lose the property altogether, and then not to be permitted to wear out what is left of life in the old place there wont be much."