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It was only by detaining the conversation upon strictly neutral grounds
for a few moments that Mr. Howard was able to see that the fault lay
largely with himself. Perhaps Colonel Yancey was unaware that his
visitor knew anything of his private history or was at all interested in
the Lees. It was only Mr. Howard’s smarting under the real injuries
Colonel Yancey had inflicted on Winchester Lee’s children which caused
him to resent Colonel Yancey’s assumption of the role which he essayed
on all occasions and inevitably with strangers. At first, he was the
bland, suave, genial, open-hearted Southerner. But at the first hint of
Mr. Howard’s errand, the openness snapped shut. The thin lips were
compressed, the crafty eyes narrowed, and Colonel Wayne Yancey, like a
pirate craft, "prepared to repel boarders."
"Now, Mr. Howard," he said, "in broaching the subject of the purchase of
Guildford, may I ask whom you are representing?"
"Why should you imagine that I am representing any one?" inquired Mr.
Howard. "Why not imagine that I want Guildford for my own use? It is a
good property. It has a water-front. It is picturesque. Why not
suppose that I merely want to acquire a winter home in South Carolina?"
"Then why not look at property just as good, nearer to the town of
Enterprise than Guildford lies, and with a good stone house already on
it? For instance, my sister’s late husband’s place, Whitehall, is for
sale."
"Thank you for mentioning it," said Mr. Howard, "but I especially want
Guildford."
"Then--pardon me for saying so--you must have some ulterior motive for
wanting it, for the place is worth no more than the adjoining property
of Sunnymede or half a dozen other contiguous estates."
"That is exactly the thought which came to me, if you will pardon me for
mentioning it, when I heard that you had bought and foreclosed the
mortgage on Guildford!"
Mr. Howard laid his finger-tips together, with a quiet satisfaction in
thus having trapped his antagonist. But he little knew Wayne Yancey.
With an assumption of honesty, which fairly took the Northern man’s
breath away, Colonel Yancey looked first out of the window, as if to
consider, and then said:
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