Hesketh was such an intelligent fellow, there would be the keenest sort of pleasure in demonstrating things, big things, to him, little things, too, ways of living, differences of habit.

Already in the happy exercise of his hospitable instinct he saw how Hesketh would get on with his mother, with Stella, with Dr Drummond.

He saw Hesketh interested, domiciled, remaining--the ranch life this side of the Rockies, Lorne thought, would tempt him, or something new and sound in Winnipeg.

He kept his eye open for chances, and noted one or two likely things.

"We want labour mostly," he said to Advena, "but nobody is refused leave to land because he has a little money." "I should think not, indeed," remarked Mrs Murchison, who was present.
"I often wish your father and I had had a little more when we began.
That whole Gregory block was going for three thousand dollars then.