'And them are all yourn ?' he said, pointing to a crowd of corn-stacks standing in the haggard.
'Yes, they're mine.

I wish they were not.' 'What do you mean by that ?' 'As prices are at present, a man doesn't make pinch by growing corn and keeping it to this time of the year.' 'And where them chimneys is,--is that yourn ?' This he said pointing along the straight line of the road to Farmer Holt's homestead, which showed itself on the other side of the Wash.
'It belongs to the estate,' said Caldigate.
'By jingo! And how I remember your a-coming and talking to me across the gate at Polyeuka Hall!' 'I remember it very well.' 'I didn't know as you were an estated gent in those days.' 'I had spent a lot of money when I was young, and the estate, as you call it, was not large enough to bear the loss.

So I had to go out and work, and get back what I had squandered.' 'And you did it ?' 'Yes, I did it.' 'My word, yes! What a lot of money you took out of the colony, Caldigate!' 'I'm not going to praise myself, but I worked hard for it, and when I got it I didn't run riot.' 'Not with drink.' 'Nor in any other way.

I kept my money.' 'Well;--I don't know as you was very much more of a Joseph than anybody else.' Then Crinkett laughed most disagreeably; and Caldigate, turning over various ideas rapidly in his mind, thought that a good deed would be done if a man so void of feeling could be drowned beneath the waters of the black deep dike which was slowly creeping along by their side.
'Any way you was lucky,--infernally lucky.' 'You did not do badly yourself.

When I first reached Nobble you had the name of more money than I ever made.' 'Who's got it now?
Eh, Caldigate! who's got my money now ?' 'It would take a clever man to tell that.' 'It don't take much cleverness for me to tell who has got more of it nor anybody else, and it don't take much cleverness for me to tell that I ain't got none of it left myself;--none of it, Caldigate.