We're both men, Francis, who've been accustomed to our own way, I think.

I want to know on what terms you'll grant it me." Francis knocked the ash off his cigarette and rose slowly to his feet.
"You want to know," he repeated meditatively, "on what terms I'll hold my tongue for a week.

Well, here's my answer! On no terms at all!" "You don't mean that," Trent said quietly.
"We shall see," Francis answered grimly.

"I'll be frank with you, Trent.
When we came in here you called me your enemy.

Well, in a sense you were right.