It expressed surprise a moment, then grew dark with anger.
"Do you mean that for me, sir ?" he growled.
Garnache spread his hands.

"If monsieur feels that the cap fits him, I shall not stay him in the act of donning it." The stranger set one hand upon the table, and leaned forward towards Garnache.

"May I ask monsieur to be a little more definite ?" he begged.
Garnache sat back in his chair and surveyed the man, smiling.

Quick though his temper usually might be, it was checked at present by amusement.

He had seen in his time many quarrels spring from the flimsiest of motives, but surely never had he seen one quite so self-begotten.