Colonel Quaritch, V.C.: A Tale of Country LifeHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Colonel Quaritch, V.C.: A Tale of Country Life
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Country life -- Fiction; Pastoral fiction
“Well, you see, under these circumstances—not being able to lay hands
upon the necessary capital from my private resources, of course I have
made up my mind to apply to Cossey and Son for the loan. Indeed,
considering how long and intimate has been the connection between their
house and the de la Molle family, I think it right and proper to do so;
indeed, I should consider it very wrong of me if I neglected to give
them the opportunity of the investment”—here a faint smile flickered
for an instant on Mr. Quest’s face and then went out—“of course they
will, as a matter of business, require security, and very properly so,
but as this estate is unentailed, there will fortunately be very little
difficulty about that. You can draw up the necessary deeds, and I think
that under the circumstances the right thing to do would be to charge
the Moat Farm specifically with the amount. Things are bad enough, no
doubt, but I can hardly suppose it possible under any conceivable
circumstances that the farm would not be good for five thousand pounds.
However, they might perhaps prefer to have a general clause as well,
and if it is so, although I consider it quite unnecessary, I shall
raise no objection to that course.”
Then at last Mr. Quest broke his somewhat ominous silence.
“I am very sorry to say, Mr. de la Molle,” he said gently, “that I can
hold out no prospect of Cossey and Son being induced, under any
circumstances, to advance another pound upon the security of the Honham
Castle estates. Their opinion of the value of landed property as
security has received so severe a shock, that they are not at all
comfortable as to the safety of the amount already invested.”
Mr. de la Molle started when he heard this most unexpected bit of news,
for which he was totally unprepared. He had always found it possible to
borrow money, and it had never occurred to him that a time might
perhaps come in this country, when the land, which he held in almost
superstitious veneration, would be so valueless a form of property that
lenders would refuse it as security.
“Why,” he said, recovering himself, “the total encumbrances on the
property do not amount to more than twenty-five thousand pounds, and
when I succeeded to my father, forty years ago, it was valued at fifty,
and the Castle and premises have been thoroughly repaired since then at
a cost of five thousand, and most of the farm buildings too.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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