"Ah!" She sat on the bed and leaned forward, her hands clasped.
"I wonder if it's good for you."

"We've been better here than anywhere," he went on slowly. "One
could always sell it again."

She nodded gravely, but her eyes sparkled.

"The only thing that worries me is what happened this morning. I
want to know how you feel about it. If it's on your nerves in the
least we can have the old farm at the back of the house pulled
down, or perhaps it has spoiled the notion for you?"

"Pull it down?" she cried. "You've no business faculty. Why,
that's where we could live while we're putting the big house in
order. It's almost under the same roof. No! What happened this
morning seemed to be more of a--of a leading than anything else.
There ought to be people at Pardons. Lady Conant's quite right."

"I was thinking more of the woods and the roads. I could double
the value of the place in six months."

"What do they want for it?" She shook her head, and her loosened
hair fell glowingly about her cheeks.

"Seventy-five thousand dollars. They'll take sixty-eight."

"Less than half what we paid for our old yacht when we married.
And we didn't have a good time in her. You were--"