Besides, you are an interesting fellow.

So, if you will put up with my acid tongue, there's no reason why we shouldn't hit it off." To Sir William's great astonishment, Ian held out his hand with a genial smile, which was tolerably honest, for his indulgent nature was as capable of great geniality as incapable of high moral conceptions.

Then, he had before his eye, "Monmouth" and "The King of Ys." Gaston took his hand, and said: "I have no wish to be an enemy." Sir William rose, looking at them both.

He could not understand Ian's attitude, and he distrusted.

Yet peace was better than war.