"What you got to say to that, little skeezicks ?" he added teasingly to Eugene Grandois.
"He ain't got more gifts than his father had, and we all know what he was--that's so, bagosh!" remarked Grandois viciously.
"Well, what sort of a man was he ?" asked Carnac cooly, with a warning glance at Fabian, who was resentful.

Indeed, Fabian would have struck the man if his brother had not been present, and then been torn to pieces himself.
"What sort--don't you know the kind of things he done?
If you don't, I do, and there's lots of others know, and don't you forget it, mon vieux." "That's no answer, Monsieur Grandois--none at all.

It tells nothing," remarked Carnac cheerily.
"You got left out of his will, m'sieu', you talk as if he was all right--that's blither." "My father had a conscience.

He gave me chance to become a partner in the business, and I wouldn't, and he threw me over--what else was there to do?
I could have owned the business to-day, if I'd played the game as he thought it ought to be played.

I didn't, and he left me out--that's all." "Makin' your own way, ain't you ?" said the English labourer.