He stood in the middle of the room, surveying me, then came across and laid his arm on my shoulder.
"Well," I growled, without looking up, "you're a very rich man now, Mr.
Clare." At that he jerked me bodily out of my seat and stood me up in the centre of the room, the Irish blazing out of his eyes.
"Here, none of that!" he snapped.

"You damn little fool! Don't you 'Mr.Clare' me!" So in five minutes we were talking it over.

Tim was very much excited at the prospect.

He knew Staghurst well, and told me all about the big stone house, and the avenue through the trees; and the hedge-row roads, and the lawn with its peacocks, and the round green hills, and the labourers' cottages.
"It's home," said he, "and I didn't realise before how much I wanted to see it.

And I'll be a man of weight there, Harry, and it'll be mighty good." We made all sorts of plans as to how I was going to visit him just as soon as I could get together the money for the passage.