As a matter of fact, Uncle John was pleased with the fellow.

A whimsical, irrational, unconventional appeal of this sort went straight to his heart, for the queer little man hated the commonplace most cordially.
"I'll give you the money on one condition," he said.
"I object to the condition," said Gys firmly.

"Conditions are dangerous." "My proposition," went on Uncle John, "won't wait for weeks.

When you hear it, if you are not anxious to take it up, I don't want you.

Indeed, I'm not sure I want you, anyhow." "Ah; you're frightened by my features.