"Sinclair is fortunate in having a rich father," said the farmer. "So I tell him," said the squire, complacently. "His fortune is already made." "What are you going to do with him, squire?" "Oh, I shall make a professional man of him,--a lawyer, most likely," said the rich man, complacently. "I can give him a suitable income till he gets into a paying practice." "That will be a good many years," thought Sarah, "unless Sinclair works harder than he has lately at school;" but the shrewd young lady kept this thought to herself. One by one wife and children left the room, for it was well understood that the squire came on business, and would be likely to desire a private interview with the farmer. They went into the kitchen, closing the door behind them, and awaited anxiously the result of the interview. "I do hope Squire Hudson will be considerate," said Mrs. Nelson, anxiously. "I am afraid he won't be, mother," said Sarah. "He is a hard man." "Sinclair puts on no end of airs," said Walter. "By the way he struts round you would think he owned the whole town. You had better set your cap for him, Sarah, for he will be rich some day." "I would rather be an old maid than marry him," said Sarah, decidedly. "Very likely your wish will be gratified," said her brother. Mrs. Nelson did not smile at this sally, for her mind was too full of anxiety. CHAPTER XIX. A MODERN SHYLOCK. "I believe your interest falls due to-day, Mr. Nelson," said the squire, when he found himself alone with his debtor. "Yes," answered the farmer, slowly. It was not very likely to slip his mind. "I suppose you have the money ready," continued the squire, who supposed no such thing. "I have a part of it ready," said Mark Nelson, with an effort. "A part," repeated his creditor, with a frown. "Yes; I can give you thirty-six dollars to-day." "_Only_ thirty-six dollars! The amount due is sixty-six." "I know it, Squire Hudson; but this has been a bad year for the farmers, as you probably know. Owing to the drought, my crops fell off at least one quarter." "I can't help that," said the squire, coldly. "If you will be a little patient," said Mr. Nelson, uneasily. "Neighbor Nelson," said his creditor, interrupting him, "I wish to ask you one question. When I lent you money on mortgage was there a stipulation that if there was a drought I was to wait for my just interest?" "No, Squire Hudson." "To be sure not; I would not of course lend you money on any such terms. It was understood that my interest was to be paid semi-annually,--was it not so?" "Yes, but--" "Wait a moment. You must certainly agree that I am entitled to prompt payment. A bargain is a bargain." "I don't dispute it, Squire Hudson, and I have tried to be ready for you; but in spite of all my efforts I am thirty dollars short." "Do you expect me to be content with this explanation?"