"We are both blessed with the same father, Wilfred," I said.
"But not with the same mother. You know that. Has she told you?"
I nodded.
For a minute he did not speak, but looked at me with such a stony stare that his face seemed entirely changed; then he said slowly, but distinctly:
"I hate you."
"Come, Wilfred," I said, "let the dark past be buried. We can make some arrangement about the property, if any remains, that will be agreeable to us both. I have no heart to quarrel about money."
"Share with you, when I have been master and have had entire control?" he said. "Never!"
"Nay, Wilfred, be not so hard. Don't let us remember those things that will cause bitter feelings, but think of what is bright and pleasant."
"Bright and pleasant," he answered; "what is there bright and pleasant for me now you have returned? Nay, nay, I am accursed; but, by heavens, so are you."
"And you will not shake hands?"