Hans nodded violent confirmation, then words, English words, being valuable to him, he came quickly to the test.
“You will build for the bank yourself, is it not so?”
It was not the German and Minna who exchanged glances this time.
“No, I shall not build for the bank myself, Mr. Becher.”
“You will rent, perhaps?” Hans’s faith was beautiful.
“No, I shall not rent.”
The German’s face fell. To have wasted all that thought; for after all it was not the banker!
Minna, senior, stared in surprise, and her attention being diverted, Minna the younger seized the opportunity to inundate herself with a cup of hot coffee.
The spell was broken.
“I’m going to take a homestead,” explained Ichabod.