The sound of this muttering, but not the words, reached Vanbrugh's ears.
"Well, friend?" said Vanbrugh, who, being unarmed, felt himself at a disadvantage.
"Well?" repeated Gautran.
"Are you meditating an attack upon me? I am not worth the risk, upon my honour. If you are poor, behold in me a brother in misfortune. Go to a more profitable market."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I'll take your word for it. Pass on, then. The way is clear for you."
He stepped aside, and observed that Gautran took step with him instead of from him.
"Are you going to pass on?" asked Gautran.
"Upon my soul this is getting amusing, and I should enjoy it if I were not angry. Am I going to pass on? No, I am not going to pass on."
"Neither am I."