"You had plenty of warning.

And as for your barley, you sold it in the King's Arms at Barnstaple, when you'd had too much to drink, at thirty per cent, below its value." Jane turned towards the door.
"I need not stay any longer," she said.

"I wanted to look at your farm for myself, Mr.Crockford, and I thought it only right that you should have early notice of my intention to ask you to vacate the place." The cold truth was finding its way into the man's consciousness.

It had a wonderfully sobering effect.
"Look here, ma'am," he demanded, "is it true that you lent Farmer Holroyd four hundred pounds to buy his own farm and the Crocombe brothers two hundred each ?" "Quite true," Jane replied coldly.

"What of it ?" "What of it ?" the man repeated.