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I tell you he has bought her as much as though he had gone into the open market and paid down a price for her. The other day Cossey and Son were going to foreclose upon the Honham estates, which would have ruined the old gentleman. Well, what did your young man do?

And, besides, who is to look after the farms and all the business? No, no, we must hang on and trust to Providence. Things may come round, something may happen, one can never tell in this world." "If we do not leave Honham, then Honham will leave us," answered his daughter, with conviction. "I do not believe in chances. Chances always go the wrong way against those who are looking for them.

Don't you think that God Almighty is going to put none of them there counter jumpers into Honham Castle, where gentlefolk hev lived all these ginerations, because He ain't. There, and that's the truth, because I knaw it and so help me God and if I'm wrong it's a master one."

"Yes," he said aloud when she had gone, "there is a beginning of the end. Upon my word, what between one thing and another, unlucky devil as I am, I had rather stand in my own shoes than in Edward Cossey's." Belle went to her room and sat thinking, or rather brooding, sullenly. Then she put on her bonnet and cloak and started out, taking the road that ran past Honham Castle.

To him also the story was told, and to judge from the expression of his face he thought it grave enough. If Edward Cossey died the mortgages over the Honham property would, as he believed, pass to his heir, who, unless he had made a will, which was not probable, would be his father, old Mr. Cossey, the banker, from whom Mr. de la Molle well knew he had little mercy to expect.

If you will not be more careful, I will break with you altogether, and that is the long and short of it." "Where have you been this morning?" she asked in the same ominously calm voice. "I have been to Honham Castle on a matter of business." "Oh, and yesterday you were there on a matter of pleasure. Now did you happen to see Ida in the course of your business?"

There has not been much merriment at Honham of late years." "A merry Christmas to you, father," she said. "Thank you, Ida, the same to you; you have got most of your Christmases before you, which is more than I have.

"Honham Castle mortgages again, I suppose," he growled. "I only hope you don't want any more money on that account at present, that's all; because I can't raise another cent while my father lives. They don't entail cash and bank shares, you know, and though my credit's pretty good I am not far from the bottom of it." "Well," said Mr.

It was a very pleasant place to look upon, this drawing-room at Honham Castle, with its irregular recesses, its somewhat faded colours illuminated by the soft light of a shaded lamp, and its general air of feminine dominion. Harold Quaritch was a man who had seen much of the world, but who had not seen very much of drawing-rooms, or, indeed, of ladies at large.

"I would give anything and everything over which I have control in this world, to save my father from seeing Honham sold over his head," she answered simply. Edward Cossey laughed a little. "That is a large order," he said. "Miss de la Molle, /I/ am disposed to try and find the money to take up these mortgages.