"You can tell Colonel Barrington I'm coming to Silverdale," he said.
The lawyer looked at him curiously. "Would there be any use in asking
you to reconsider?"
Winston laughed. "No," he said. "Now, I rather like the way you
talked to me, and, if it wouldn't be disloyalty to the Colonel, I
should be pleased if you would undertake to put me in due possession of
my property."
He said nothing further, and the lawyer sat down to write Colonel
Barrington.
"Mr. Courthorne proves obdurate," he said. "He is, however, by no
means the type of man I expected to find, and I venture to surmise that
you will eventually discover him to be a less undesirable addition to
Silverdale than you are at present inclined to fancy."
CHAPTER VIII
WINSTON COMES TO SILVERDALE
There was warmth and brightness in the cedar-boarded general room of
Silverdale Grange, and most of the company gathered there basked in it
contentedly after their drive through the bitter night. Those who came
from the homesteads lying farthest out had risked frost-nipped hands
and feet, for when Colonel Barrington held a levee at the Grange nobody
felt equal to refusing his invitation. Neither scorching heat nor
utter cold might excuse compliance with the wishes of the founder of
Silverdale, and it was not until Dane, the big middle-aged bachelor,
had spoken very plainly, that he consented to receive his guests in
time of biting frost dressed otherwise than as they would have appeared
in England.
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