I think you may possibly regret it if you don't." Seton tossed away a half-smoked cigarette and rose.
"In half-an-hour," he said, "I shall have left this place, and my cousin with me.

I asked to speak to you because I detest all underhand dealings.
You apparently have not the same scruples." Merefleet also rose.
"You will apologise for that," he said, in a tone of conviction.

"I don't question your motives, but to fetch me out here and then insult me was not a wise proceeding on your part." Seton's hand clenched involuntarily.

But he had put himself in the wrong, and he knew it.
"Very well," he said at length, with a shrug.

"I apologise for the expression.