"Are you?" said his wife.
"Yes,--of all personal concern in them, that is. I am wearied to death with the perpetual annoyances and vexations, and petty calls upon my time--life is not worth having at such a rate! I'll have done with it."
"You will give up the entire charge to Lucas?" said Mrs. Rossitur.
"O uncle Rolf, don't have anything to do with him."
"Lucas!--No!--I wouldn't undergo that man's tongue for another year if he would take out his wages in talking. I could not have more of it in that case than I have had the last six months. After money, the thing that man loves best is certainly the sound of his own voice; and a most insufferable egotist! No,--I have been talking with a man who wants to take the whole farm for two years upon shares--that will clear me of all trouble."
There was sober silence for a few minutes, and then Mrs. Rossitur asked who it was.
"His name is Didenhover."
"O uncle Rolf, don't have anything to do with him!" exclaimed Fleda.
"Why not?"