“I answer no such irrelevant27 and insidious28 questions; though were I to answer all that you could put in the course of an hour, you would never be able to prove that it was not Thornton Lacey–for such it certainly was.”
“You inquired, then?”
“No, I never inquire. But I told a man mending a hedge that it was Thornton Lacey, and he agreed to it.”
“You have a good memory. I had forgotten having ever told you half so much of the place.”
Thornton Lacey was the name of his impending29 living, as Miss Crawford well knew; and her interest in a negotiation30 for William Price’s knave31 increased.
“Well,” continued Edmund, “and how did you like what you saw?”