"You mean Lance Courthorne ?" "Yes," said Barrington, who flicked the near horse somewhat viciously with the whip.

"He is also sufficient to cause any man with my responsibilities considerable anxiety." Maud Barrington looked thoughtful.

"You fancy he will come to Silverdale ?" Barrington appeared to be repressing an inclination towards vigorous speech with some difficulty, and a little glint crept into his eyes.
"If I could by any means prevent it, the answer would be, No.

As it is, you know that, while I founded it, Silverdale was one of Geoffrey Courthorne's imperialistic schemes, and a good deal of the land was recorded in his name.

That being so, he had every right to leave the best farm on it to the man he had disinherited, especially as Lance will not get a penny of the English property.