So Philip Crane, to his intense delight, was summoned to Ringwood.
Even in the Porter household, which was at Ringwood Farm, was divided allegiance.
But you must come to Ringwood some day and judge for yourself.
In August Porter had taken his horses back to Ringwood for the winter.
"It is—that is—you see—Ethel, you explain," stammers Captain Ringwood confusedly.
Crane's racing season had been as successful as the Master of Ringwood's had been disastrous.
From the first he had felt that Ringwood would pass out of its owner's possession, and he had begun to covet it.
By comparison Crane's visits to Ringwood were utopianly complacent.
He knew the master of Ringwood was an unchanging man, very set in his ways, adhering closely to his plans and opinions.
With the master of Ringwood he went very straight to the point.