But I've been thinking--" He broke off, stared at the window, drummed on the arm of his chair, Sherwood waiting with a patient smile.
"It's my mother and sister I have in mind," Will resumed.

"That property of theirs; it brings them about a hundred and fifty pounds a year in cash, and three times that in worry.

At any moment they might sell.

A man at St.Neots offers four thousand pounds; I suspect more might be got if Turnbull, their lawyer, took the matter in hand.
Suppose I advise them to sell and put the money in Applegarth ?" "By Jove!" cried Sherwood.

"How could they do better?
Splendid idea!" "Yes--if all goes well.