"I would not trust you now on any terms," I said flatly.
"Tut, tut, sir. Is that language for one gentleman to employ to another?"
"You are not a gentleman, sir; you are——"
He glowered.
"Have a care, sir," he warned.
"You are a scoundrel," I finished.
He made a gesture of magnificent disdain.
"Let it pass, let it pass. Your opinion, Master Ormerod, is of little moment to me. What I seek is an accommodation of our mutual desires."
"As how?"
He pursed his lips.