I was slightly irritated that he addressed these remarks solely to Marion; one might have supposed that he thought she was the head of the family and that I was not even a party of the first part.
"I'll think the matter over," I began, with dignified hauteur, "and let you——"
Peter turned to me hastily. "That's as reasonable as I can do," he explained, with plaintive determination; "and I've got to know right away if you want the place."
"Well," I began, with an eager eye on Marion for the cue, "I—I——"
"There's another man after it," urged Peter, "and he's coming to-morrow for my answer."
Marion gasped. "We'd better pay the—the four"——
"The four hundred," I decided, for her, "and let you run the farm."
"Done," snapped Peter.
It was evening when we parted from Peter Waydean on the station platform. He shook me warmly by the hand as the train appeared.