I tell you I have laid by a fortune only to pour into his hand.

It is ready for him to-night; there would be no haggling, no asking for time--it would be paid him in hard cash.

How long, thought I, will this madman balk me with his whim?
He will die some day in his cups, or break his neck in hunting, and I shall surely come in with my offer to his heir, and have my way at last, and win my prize.

But now, after all my patience and my pains, I am overmatched by a Parson and a Boy." He spoke with uncommon heat and passion--not complainingly.

His face was dark, and his tone violent, and even menacing.