Still, I don't
think any of them will--or could afford it. If we had all been saints,
some of us would never have come out from the old country."
He stopped and poured out two glasses of wine. "It's a long while
since I've talked so much," he said. "Here's to our better
acquaintance, Courthorne."
After that they talked wheat-growing and horses, and when his guest
retired Dane still sat smoking thoughtfully beside the stove. "We want
a man with nerve and brains," he said. "I fancy the one who has been
sent us will make a difference at Silverdale."
It was about the same time when Colonel Barrington stood talking with
his niece and sister in Silverdale Grange. "And the man threw that
trick away, when it was absolutely clear who had the ace--and wished me
to believe that he forgot!" he said.
His face was flushed with indignation, but Miss Barrington smiled at
her niece. "What is your opinion, Maud?"
The girl moved one white shoulder with a little gesture of disdain.
"Can you ask--after that! Besides, he twice willfully perverted facts
while he talked to me, though it was not in the least necessary."
Miss Barrington looked thoughtful. "And yet, because I was watching
him, I do not think he plays cards well."
"But he was a professional gambler," said the girl.
The elder lady shook her head. "So we--heard," she said. "My dear,
give him a little time. I have seen many men and women--and can't help
a fancy that there is good in him.
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