There's land enough for all--all sides round.
But the hill--
SMITH: (_rising_) Is yours.
SILAS: You'll see.
SMITH: I am prepared to offer you--
SILAS: You're not prepared to offer me anything I'd consider alongside
what I am considering. So--I wish you good luck in your business
undertakings.
SMITH: Sorry--you won't let us try to help the town.
SILAS: Don't sit up nights worrying about my chokin' the town.
SMITH: We could make you a rich man, Mr Morton. Do you think what you
have in mind will make you so much richer?
SILAS: Much richer.
SMITH: Well, good-bye. Good day, sir. Good day, ma'am.
SILAS: (_following him to the door_) Nice horse you've got.
SMITH: Yes, seems all right.
(SILAS _stands in the doorway and looks off at the hill_.)
GRANDMOTHER: What are you going to do with the hill, Silas?
SILAS: After I get a little glass of wine--to celebrate Felix and me
being here instead of farther south--I'd like to tell you what I want
for the hill. (_to_ FEJEVARY _rather bashfully_) I've been wanting to
tell you.
FEJEVARY: I want to know.
SILAS: (_getting the wine from the closet_) Just a little something to
show our gratitude with.
(_Goes off right for glasses_.
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