\"Always，\"answeredMountDunstan。
Thefactthatheaddednothingelseandmetarapidsideglancewithunmovingred—browneyesgazingoutfromunderruggedbrows，perhapsirritatedAnstruthers。Hehadbeenratherenjoyinghimself，buthehadnotenjoyedhimselfenough。
Therewasnodenyingthathisplaythinghadnotopenlyflinched。Plainlyhewasnotgoodatflinching。Anstrutherswonderedhowfaramanmightgo。Hetriedagain。
\"Shelikestheplace，thoughshehasanaturaldisdainforitscondition。ThatispracticalAmerican。Thingswhicharegoingtopiecesbecausemoneyisnotspentuponthem——meremoney，ofwhichallthepeoplewhocountforanythinghavesomuch——areinevitablyratherdisdained。Theyare`outofit。’Butshelikestheestate。\"AshewatchedMountDunstanhefeltsurehehadgotitatlast——therightthing。\"Ifyouwereadukewithfiftythousandayear，\"withadistinctlynasty，amicablyhumorous，faintlaugh，\"shewould——bytheLord，Ibelieve，shewouldtakeitover——andyouwithit。\"
MountDunstangotup。Inhisroughwalkingtweedshelookedover—big——andheavy——andperilous。FortwosecondsNigelAnstrutherswouldnothavebeensurprisedifhehadwithoutwarningslappedhisface，orknockedhimover，orwhirledhimoutofhischairandkickedhim。Hewouldnothavelikedit，but——fortwoseconds——itwouldhavebeennosurprise。Infact，heinstinctivelybracedhisnottoofirmmuscles。Butnothingofthesortoccurred。Duringthetwoseconds——perhapsthree——MountDunstanstoodstillandlookeddownathim。Thebriefspaceatanend，hewalkedovertothehearthandstoodwithhisbacktothebigfireplace。