I would,
though--a dozen--if I thought it necessary, to keep him quiet."
Tinman continued muttering angrily over the Australian wines, with a word
of irritation at Gippsland, while promising to be watchful of his temper.
"What good is Australia to us," he asked, "if it does n't bring us
money?"
"It's going to, my dear," said Mrs. Cavely. "Think of that when he begins
boasting his Australia. And though it's convict's money, as he
confesses--"
"With his convict's money!" Tinman interjected tremblingly. "How long am
I expected to wait?"
"Rely on me to hurry on the day," said Mrs. Cavely. "There is no other
annoyance?"
"Wherever I am going to buy, that man outbids me and then says it's the
old country's want of pluck and dash, and doing things large-handed! A
man who'd go on his knees to stop in England!" Tinman vociferated in a
breath; and fairly reddened by the effort: "He may have to do it yet. I
can't stand insult."
"You are less able to stand insult after Honours," his sister said, in
obedience to what she had observed of him since his famous visit to
London.
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