Probably you yourself can arrange an extension of the mortgage or a renewal, if you're minded to remain." "You know, John, that you can't; Mr.Menocal has already refused," Mrs.Stevenson said, in a low voice.
"I ought to have cash in addition to your farm," her husband insisted.
"You get none," Lee replied.

"Well, this trade is what I came to see you about.

From the way you talked when I was here last I supposed you might consider my offer favourably, but I guess we can't do business.
I'll ride on to Bartolo." At this statement Mrs.Stevenson wiped her eyes, rose and went into the inner room, closing the door after her.

The engineer moved as if to depart.
"Now, wait a minute," Stevenson exclaimed.
"Well ?" "I'll take--let me figure a minute." Bryant tossed his hat on the table in disgust and relighted his cigarette.
"Stevenson, listen," he began.

"You're an older man than I am, but just the same I'm going to say a few things that you need to hear.