"Poor Reggie!" she murmured. "I wish—I wish—but what is the use of wishing?"
ACT II
Two men—one young, the other about fifty—sat in the veranda of a small bungalow. It was after breakfast. They lay back in long bamboo chairs, each with a cigar. It looked as if they were resting. In reality they were talking business, and that very seriously.
"Yes, sir," said the elder man, with something of an American accent, "I have somehow taken a fancy to this place. The situation is healthy."
"Well, I don't know; I've had more than one touch of fever here."
"The climate is lovely—"
"Except in the rains."
"The soil is fertile—"
"I've dropped five thousand in it, and they haven't come up again yet."
"They will. I have been round the estate, and I see money in it. Well, sir, here's my offer: five thousand down, hard cash, as soon as the papers are signed."