I could almost hate the man," she said, "It is hard to lose one's inheritance," said Deringham dryly.
The flush grew a trifle plainer in his daughter's cheek.

"It is not the value of the land," she said.

"But think of such a man, a brutal, cattle-driving boor, ruling at Carnaby where my mother lived." "Still," said Deringham, "the value is not inconsiderable, and Carnaby would have been yours some day." The girl made a gesture of impatience.

"That is not my complaint," she said.

"I could have let it pass without bitterness to an Englishman who would have lived in it in accordance with the traditions of his race, but this man----" "Will no doubt cut down the timber, open the fireclay pits, and desecrate the park with brickworks," he said.