"Have you thought of anything in particular?"
"Zounds! no, Sir, nothing except my misfortune. That's enough for one day."
"And too much," said the old doctor, "unless you can mix some other thought with it. That's what I came for. Will you go into business?"
Fleda was startled by the vehemence with which her uncle said,
"No, never!" and he presently added, "I'll do nothing here."
"Well, well," said the doctor to himself; "will you go into the country?"
"Yes! anywhere! the further the better."
Mrs. Rossitur startled, but her husband's face did not encourage her to open her lips.
"Ay; but on a farm, I mean?"
"On anything, that will give me a standing."
"I thought that, too," said Dr. Gregory, now whirling about. "I have a fine piece of land that wants a tenant. You may take it at an easy rate, and pay me when the crops come in. I shouldn't expect so young a farmer, you know, to keep any closer terms."