A man can farm five thousand acres as well as fifty, I take it, if he have the capital.

I should like to cut a broad sward, or, better still, to roam among many herds.

I suppose a man should have ten pounds an acre to begin with.

The difficulty would be in getting the land.' But all this was said half in joke; for he was still of opinion that he would, after his year's holiday, be forced to return for a time to New South Wales.
He had fixed a price for which, up to a certain date, he would sell his interest in the Polyeuka mine.

But the price was high, and he doubted whether he would get it; and, if not, then he must return.
He had not been long at Folking,--not as yet long enough to have made his way into the house at Chesterton,--before annoyance arose.