I wager you five pounds you'll end by seeing that I mean friendliness, and I assure you, Francie, I do," he added, relenting.
Bursting with anger, but incapable of speech, Innes shouldered his rod, made a gesture of farewell, and strode off down the burn-side.

Archie watched him go without moving.

He was sorry, but quite unashamed.

He hated to be inhospitable, but in one thing he was his father's son.

He had a strong sense that his house was his own and no man else's; and to lie at a guest's mercy was what he refused.