The heir: A love storySackville-West, V. (Victoria)
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The heir: A love story
Sackville-West, V. (Victoria)
Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Short stories, English
“Then we have the furniture and the tapestries and the pictures,”
Stanforth went on. “I think we might reckon another twenty thousand for
them. Americans, you know—or the buyer of the house might care for some
of the furniture. The pictures aren’t of much value, so I understand,
save as of family interest. Twenty thousand. That clears off the
mortgage. What about the farms and the land?”
“You could split some of the park up into building lots,” said Mr.
Nutley.
Mr. Farebrother gave a little exclamation.
“The park—it’s a pretty park, Nutley.”
“Very pretty, and any builder who chose to run up half a dozen villas
would be a sensible chap,” Mr. Nutley replied, wilfully misunderstanding
him. “I should suggest a site at the top of the hill, where you get the
view. What do you think, Colonel Stanforth?”
“I think the buyer of the house should be given the option of buying in
the whole of the park, that section being reserved at the price of
accommodation land, if he chooses to pay for it.”
Mr. Nutley nodded. He approved of Colonel Stanforth as an adequately
shrewd business man.
“There remain the farm lands,” he said, referring to his papers. “Two
thousand acres, roughly; three good farm houses; and a score of
cottages. It’s a little difficult to price. Say, taking one thing in
with another, twenty pounds an acre, including the buildings—a good deal
of the land is worth less. Forty thousand. We’ve disposed now of all the
assets. We shall be lucky if we can clear the death-duties and mortgage
out of the proceeds of the sale, and let Mr. Chase go with whatever
amount the house itself fetches to bring him in a few hundreds a year
for the rest of his life.”
They stared across at Chase, whose concern with the affair they appeared
hitherto to have forgotten. Mr. Farebrother alone kept his eyes bent
down, as very meticulously he sharpened the point of his pencil.
“It’s an unsatisfactory situation,” said Mr. Nutley; “if I were Chase I
should resent being dragged away from my ordinary business on such an
unprofitable affair. He’ll be lucky, as you say, if he clears the actual
value of the house for himself after everything is settled up. Now, are
we to try for auction or private treaty? Personally I think the house at
any rate will go by private treaty. The present tenants will probably
buy in their own farms. But the house, if it’s reasonably well
advertised, ought to attract a number of private buyers. We must have a
decent caretaker to show people over the place. I suggest the present
butler? He was in Miss Chase’s service for thirty years.” He looked
round for approval; Chase and Stanforth both nodded, though Chase felt
so much of an outsider that he wondered whether Nutley would consider
him justified in nodding. “Ring the bell, Farebrother, will you? It’s
just behind you. Look at the bell, gentlemen! what an antiquated
arrangement! There’s no doubt, the house is terribly inconvenient.”
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