"What would you have?" at last asked Arthur, mildly and with no trace of anger in his voice.
Rawbon turned to him with a searching glance, and, after a pause, said:
"Terms."
"What?"
"I want to make terms with you."
"About what?"
"About this whole affair."
"Well. Go on."
"I know you can hurt me for this with the law, and I know you mean to. Now I want this matter hushed up."
Harold would have spoken, but Arthur implored him with a glance, and answered: