Antony shrugged his shoulders.
“Merely that I prefer to refuse,” he answered.
Nicholas’s mouth set in grim lines. His temper, never a very equable commodity, got the better of his diplomacy.
“It is always possible for me to alter my will,” he remarked suavely.
“For God’s sake alter it, then,” he cried. “The most fool thing I ever did in my life was to fall in with your mad scheme. Write to your solicitors at once.” He made for the door.
“Stop,” said Nicholas.
Antony halted on the threshold. He was furious at the situation.
“I have no intention of altering my will,” said Nicholas, “I should like you clearly to understand that. I intend to abide by my part of the contract whether you do or do not now see fit to abide by your own.”
Antony hesitated. The statement had taken him somewhat by surprise.