"I admire your frankness," he said. "Have you told my niece that in your opinion the land is worthless?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I would rather not say."
"I insist on an answer."
"Very well," Angus returned. "I did not tell her, because she would have wondered what sort of a man you were to let her father load himself up with stuff like that, and I was not trying to make trouble."
Godfrey French's fists clenched. "Thirty years ago," he said, "for that you should have proved to me what sort of a man you were."
"Well, I can't help your age," Angus retorted. "I would not have told you, but you would have it."
"There are some things," said Godfrey French, "which it seems you do not understand. But understand this very clearly. Hereafter you will keep your nose out of things that don't concern you. You will keep away from me and mine, which includes my niece. Do you understand that?"
"I hear what you say," Angus returned. "But nobody but herself is going to forbid me to go to your niece's ranch."