"Still, I fancy one of the conditions could be modified.

Now, if I wait for another three months, I may be dead before the reckoning comes, and while that probably wouldn't grieve you, I could, when it appeared advisable, send for a magistrate and make a desposition." "You could," said Winston.

"I have, however, something of the same kind in contemplation." Courthorne smiled curiously.

"I don't know that it will be necessary.
Carry me on until you have sold your crop, and then make a reasonable offer, and it's probable you may still keep what you have at Silverdale.

To be quite frank, I've a notion that my time in this world is tolerably limited, and I want a last taste of all it has to offer a man of my capacities before I leave it.