I'll tell you what I'll do--I'll pay you out your dower right in hard cash.

Will that satisfy you ?" If he died she would have a life interest in one-third of the farm, but could not, of course, will it to Nance or Bernel.

If he sold the farm and paid her her lawful third in cash, she could do what she chose with it.

It was therefore distinctly to her own interest to fall in with his plan.
But, dearly as she would have liked to make some provision, however small, for Nance and Bernel, her whole Sark soul was up in arms against the idea of selling the farm.
It would feel like a break-up of life.

Nothing, she was sure, would ever be the same again.
"It's not right," she said simply.
"You're a fool--" and then the look on her quiet face--such a look as she might have worn if he had struck her--penetrated the storm-cloud of his anger.