"
Still his wife said nothing, but her face was white and set. It was hard
for her to put herself in opposition to him, but here she found it
necessary. He was going too far.
It was only when the silence had grown ominous and painful, that she
said, slowly and with difficulty--
"I'm sorry to look like going against you, Tom, but I can't see it right
you should sell the farm."
"It'll make no difference to you and the young ones. I'll see to that."
"It's not right and you mustn't do it."
"Mustn't do it!--And it's as good as done!"
"It can't be done until your mother and I consent, and we can't see it's
a right thing to do."
"Can't you see that you're only saving the farm for Tom?" he argued
wrathfully, bottling his anger as well as he could. "It's nothing to you
and the young ones in any case."
"I know, but all the same it's not right. If it was to buy another farm
it would be different, for you could leave it as you choose. But to
throw away the money on those mines--"
This was a lapse from diplomacy and old Tom resented it.
"Throw the money away!" he shouted, casting all restraint to the winds.
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